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General

Yo Gotti

The Art of Hustle

2016

Woah, woah, woah, woah

I'm a general, little nigga I'm a general
I can fuck a sack up 'cause the money plentiful
I'm a general, little nigga I'm

the smelting plant
Clad in flannel, sack on his head
Never plays out the same way twice
Need a place to hide or else I'm dead

Sadistic extraction, silver

See Rock City

Kate Campbell

Moonpie Dreams

1997

She put a map and a tube of lipstick
In an old Winn Dixie sack
She pulled her Firebird out of the driveway
Without ever looking back

By the time she

bitches
Ball out at Sacks
I need some Givenchy
I'm out in Mars
This shit like Bentley
I'm out in LA
I need me some vibes
I know she damaged
I looked in her

lean every time I hold you
Got me feeling like a dream, smoking cookie out the sack
Got me rolling up some creams love my momma to death, I put her first

I'ma put him on a shirt

I know they watchin', emotions run straight out the sack
Protectin' myself in the trenches
I done came all this way
I grew

these scars on my face I don't need no tats on my face 
And if we flexing tell Mike Heights to bring the racks out the safe 
I brought the sack out today

I be standing
It was for sure we both dead
I done seen politicking turn to protest
Run a hole in the bottom of some roshe
Ever been tricked out a sack

Strike, down, blow, uh
Give me that bag and I'll go, uh
Move out that pack, we roll, okay
Move out that sack, or they backin' that door
Rack on your

Hmm
Gotta Keep that sack
When the quarterback
Out of pocket
Hmm
Lil veggie like beef
Don't trip
This is how you squash it
Yeah
No small talk
Let's skip

everyone to participate in a public sack
Like a temptation that's burning out
Like an erection in Turkish baths

Please do your thing
You can try to drag me

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in

this bitch when
I walk up in Saks
I got the beam in this bitch
You don't know where it's at
Like a demon in this shit when
I walk out with sacks
Like

stuck-up nerds (knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't fuck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I could never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none

What you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Bring your sack but I'm cool with that
I got the fateless tag and a pimped out drag
Got the song and it's on,

totally of out control!

You lying sack of shit! You either quit!
By yourself, you wanna quit?
You promised, nothing!
Lie, nothing, lie, nothing
Lie,

you know, this and that
Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack
But I had to sort out my pills man; I needed to stock up my stash
I

Southern Feeling

Nino Ferrer

Nino and Radiah et Le Sud

1999

Jones
She went to jail 
With mister Bones and Deacon Zac
And papa James he paid the bail
To get them out of the sack

I've got that old southern

check out
Hit the sack, welcome back to my paradise
Turn it off, turn it off
Turn it off, turn it off

How long have I been out of it?
I just need

please!

[Hook]
I know, I know, I made it out again
I know, I know, I made it out again
Choose to get slept on, I chose to be the sack (Huh?)
I chose to be

presentation is so fuckin' scary, 
It'll take the wrinkles out of your nut 
Sack and fade your butt hair. 
So get ready motherfuckers for tonight's main

Substitute [Live]

Marillion

Singles Box Set V.2 (1989-1995)

2003

see right through your plastic mac
I look all white, but my dad was black
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack

I was born with a plastic

ah nigga want is racks
I been dream chasing
Since i came up out the sack(2x)
Thinking about my life
And all the shit i over came
A lot niggas prolly

of the future
I got a fear that I'll lose her
Make money but feel like a loser
Got rich off computers
Yeah I wanna tap that, let me sack that, Don't go out my way