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fully it's my duty yo
Big booty ho, on my piano
Vibrato on her saxophone blowin' alto
You call me shallow, cause I flipped the switch
Went from bebop

ass I'll tell you what I need
 If I'm gone write the rhymes then the lyrics gotta bleed
 Bitch nigga, it come from a place snitch nigga
 Yo words

Yo
It's the modern day Mansa Musa
No cuffs like King Kunta
I need that Marty Byrde composure
Can't be stuck computing
I'm like Suge the way I run

change for the money, he'll change for a ho
Wasn't in the field with me, don't call me yo bro Ain't no love in my heart, now that shit gettin' cold
Bitch,

place; It's my fate
I'd do anything to inflict pain
On mothafuckas in my way; today's not the day
Finna lay waste with a bang
By yo throat's the only way

I'm not talking bout no dumb ho
Got me in some kind of mood, this is not a trivial pursuit, like ooo
I'm at the tip of your tongue yo
And I don't mean

Unnn huh
Unnn huh
Bet sum bet sum
Bet sum bet sum
Unnn huh
Unnn huh
Yea yea

I let my kids play with money
Now they can count by the 50s and 100s

need freedom
Tryna find a place somewhere i belong
Yo go fuck the opps go light their street up
Aint in my feelings I don't need none
Them bullets

Yo, let me know what time we can link
Tonight
Uh
Yea, I'm gonna rewrite the second verse for that song
And then
Record it
Uh, hopefully by tonight
So

me a bag
Ima go get me a bag

Right now I'm smoking on pressure
The reason you nikqa can't catch up
I pick up yo  ho e like wrestler
I f her 5 times

Ran out of love, I done ran out of love,  I done ran out of love
I done ran out of love mmmm, If I say I love you, stay with me, don't keep yo

they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by

All of this energy I aint worried bout no enemy
Inner dreams all created by the memory 
Thinking I'm finna free my myself within the beat 
I got

Yo, Loco, why niggas can't fuck with the crew ?
Cause nigga, the bag talk different and the money blue
Like who ?

Who fuckin' with me, lil' boy? Not

With ratchets on us no car tools
And some hos that give knowledge like they goto law school
Live life like it's chess no getting check mated ya queen by

Banger Und Boss

Kollegah

Jung Brutal Gutaussehend

2009

Halt die Fresse, kapiert, der Banger ist da
(Testosteron, Crackrocks aus Pol'n
20-Zoll-Felgen am Lexus, restlos verchromt
Halt die Fresse, du Ho, ihr

I say you don't have to be a billionaire to be privileged and protected, seen
Wo yo yo yo. Aye aye hai yeh

No House no money no car no man
No house

I say you don't have to be a billionaire to be privileged and protected, seen
Wo yo yo yo. Aye aye hai yeh

No House no money no car no man
No house

Yeah

C-Rayz Walz

Ravipops (The Substance)

actin tough like gung ho
Pull the gun like bums now - COME OUT YOUR CLOTHES YO
What'chu think the flo' is fo'?
So you can fall when I throw blows

ho brrrup!

Badman nuh touch road lef' di machine
When mi step out, mi seh
 di whole team clean
Shell eh whole bar whenever wi step in
If yuh violate,

rental plates
When they wore two hundred
Eighty-eight eight balls in layman's terms
With the thirty-six by twenty-eight
OG knew I was cool back when I was

""They say I'm gonna be dead by day From the words I say so hey If I get a little wicked it's ok But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay I'm not bitin' my

Superwoman
Yō -Yō, just move your hands slow
This ain't no secret make um dance more...
That'll make us super baby

So who's the hyper 1?
Know how I like um

inside the jacuzzi
My choppa wetter than
My choppa wetter than coochie
No, I'm not Future but I fucked your ho
In some flip flops that's made by Gucci