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succotash
This a smile epitome
You assholes can't be friends with me
Why everybody trynna get in my stuff?
I know she grippin' me up
Now the knob be goin'

swear you’ll live through me
I love you eternally
Its timeless
Tell me where the time goes wish i could find it
All the times we had
Wish i could take it

closure
With you
Please don't say it's over
With me
But I already told her
That this the shit you gon deal with me
Baby come back
(Baby come back)
Baby come

Uh, yeah, no we ain't
I don't want your love, baby that's my heart at stake
You know that i'm climbing up and singing 'bout heartbreak
Teaching all

Uh, yeah, no we ain't
I don't want your love, baby that's my heart at stake
You know that i'm climbing up and singing 'bout heartbreak
Teaching all

the whole rack

I need a strip club where the whores at cuz 100 stacks in that Gucci bag

That bitch be nasty
She love me I’m Leo I’m Gatsby 
But I keep it

shit, she worshiping my dick like it's the holy father

Triple the six, abandon your God 'cause he don't exist (ay)
I keep the blade on me, talk if you

Hold a Candle to This

Pretenders

packed!

1990

So much for banning the bomb
The president's wife is carrying a hand gun
If you want blood sports for fun now
They call me "the hunter" - better

Quintenilla
These niggas can't see me like that boy Pancho Villa
Them girls love my fade I'm fresh no pelo
Throw rounds with that pussy knock it out like Canelo

Everyone that you meet don't deserve ya blessing
Some people ya love might just be a session
Keep elevating and leave em guessing

out in a drought
So tell me, where is the love?
Baby where is the feeling?
Before I started gettin' money
People actin' like demons now hold up

Cause I

that I love me a thick
Então na minha cara ela sit
She doing a split on my dick
Hoje vais comigo no Sana
Shawty é panca lhe tenho na palma
Eu sei que ela

and get with a winner
Promise you won't for nothing

Hold up let me catch my breath
Cause I just thought stomped that

Lil bitch keep saying that she in

to y'all
You Shoot ya Shot, I'm Killing You
Silly Me, Busy Chasin Dreams
Bustin out the Seam
Real or Fake
Maybe She Born wit it, Like Maybelline
Never Did it

a yankee from the hood killa speedin on the dash
Im a yankee from the hood with a new york soul
And I love it when she dancin just for me on the pole
Get

Only, only God can judge me 
Only, only God can judge me 
I ain’t perfect 
I ain’t perfect 
Only, only God can judge me

Always by myself gotta look

Worked too many nights for this shit Grind in the dusk
Prolly take a life for this shit can't Show no love
You can try to put me down but bitch I'm goin up

loves, fill your hearts
Let us see them all
Band together, no man left alone
Till one by one we fall
See our souls, through the eye of the storm
Lest we

got it sliding
Drippa drop drip
Feeling like a top pick
I can never flop bitch
Love my wrist she bust down
I might get a locket
Think I been the topic
I

can't talk y'all ain't real enough
Bout to wipe it down like I'm spilling up
905 still showing love
Rexx by my side while I'm cooking up
It's cold outside

fell in love with the Rick
Tell these lil' niggas get off of my dick
I don't even rap I'm just talkin' my shit
What you gon' do about it
I spend

NTUNGA LYRICS BY EASYMAN ADAMS: 

Verse 1:

Aba Murungi Muringwa Ati .

Aaaaaah Muringwa Ati .

Asheire Oburegye Ati.

Oburengye Atiiiiii.

I Don’t

Chose up on a winner
So you know you on
Too bad for the last
Babygirl I won't
Do you wrong yea
Keep it short keep it sweet
You with me I told you so

You can catch me
On the wave no jet ski
Ice cold no Gretsky
I don't got time to figure out how I feel, for real
I don't got a mind to figure out