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know I keep it a buck, so you can go and cop the single
I remember we was copping Tre bags by the nickel
Now we riding round this MFer blunt lookin lizzo

dick, don't talk, give top (Huh)
Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef
These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh)
I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by

Navajo Rugs

De La Soul

Ohio

2014

the war starts with the drum
808s and low ends beating on my chest like King Kong
Gorilla warfare, the force here
You could feel it in the song
All

Produced by Cre8 uh, uh, uh
Put him in the air like he flyin'
Fuck a nigga gang shit

Put him in the air like he flyin'
All that cap in his raps, he

The Plan

Juicy J

O.N.I.F.C.

2012

you niggas with a hundred drums
Both low no bad bitch
Good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish
Big wrist stay sittin' on Lamb bitch
Niggas

hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner

Man U Luv Ta Hate

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

the damaged exaust
But she was fine, so I figured I could toss
And watch the 808 kick drum
Makes this girlie get dumb
She's grabbing on my bum tryin' to get

isolation is a riddle
To be surrounded by a million other people
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert
Dried up like the skin of a lizard
But full

and eye
(And I, and I, and I)
But somehow you're never seen
By the one who can make your dream
Got a talent that's so obscene
Play mama play
(Play-hee)

couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had

a dreamer
I go so hard it hit now you bleedin'
I been

Grindin' I ain't seen this many digits in a long time
All about my bucks I got Giannis on my call line

a Freightliner truck
Yesterday felt like a haze and I spent all my bucks

So I buttoned up my trousers and buttoned up my blouse
Went I came downstairs I thought

Bag it by the sofa
And whip that pyrex
Two waps up
Little nigga don't try this
Steak mignon
Have dinner by the Eiffel
I was running outside
Twenty three

the low and I don't trust them
Who you gone have by your side when this love ends yeah
I just made history
DND tell these labels get with me
I ain't never

vocals tell producer tone us
Quinny and rappers you know that quinny solos
Hop in aks so we keep it ot the low lows
Im Charlie and I got my sister by my

Miss me with that talk I'm in grind mode
I know they gon' flock like some birds when they fly low
Tell me it's my time I reply like I know
I ain't

Vlone, live and die alone
Hop out wit the drum, then leave in a ghost
Doin' hits alone, skrrt off with the bros
Goyard, Rick Owens
Goyard, Rick Owens

to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction

The White Boy Troubles

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)

Show no love, you already know what's up We got them sticks, them drums, so watch your step
Show no love, you already know what's up We got them

leave it’s gon take my heart from me

Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b


And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy 

Tay Tay 

Died

what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka

break 'em down
Krayzie Bone come break ya down

[Krayzie]
I'm steppin' in my hood at night
and I'm low up on cash
So gimme everything you got
'cause Bone

don't see me coming down
Specially when I got it by the pound
I might get a lil low but I'll never hit the ground
I got the whole damn world tryna jock my