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be your Ken
Olalala la suite villaaaaaaa
Olalala
Watching them girls
Up by the beach up up up by the beach up up by the beach
Always by my side like

(Yeah)
Baby baby, you are all that I want (Boy)
(Yeah) Pretty eyes
Beautifly
Killa thighs
Hips
Booty on fleek every time you move it got me feeling foolish

Brr, yuh
Haha, woah!
Yuh, hey
Let me hear you shout it bitch
I tell her Sam's Not Hot
Tell her Sam's Not Hot
She said 'Babe, you are a savage'
I said

an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out,
I'll serve you

believe it, my boy got a show now
Bow wow, let's hit the corner in my four now
Long Beach style, make your woman wanna smile
And all guests on the show

Can't Believe It

T-Pain

Promo Only: Urban Radio (August 2008)

She make me feel so good 
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah

I

{Hook}

Came up from a boy to the man
Got me a bag then I ran
Y’all ain’t real I know it
Just like the back of my hand
Rats squeak like sneakers 
How

at the red light I go
The best are from Ottawa, do you not know
No heat in these streets, cause the winters too cold
Got all my bros, they right by my side

Gang, gang
Heh
Heh, heh, heh, heh
Cyber, where are you ?
I feel like I'm a boss, yuh
All this shit don't cost, yuh
Getting money is a passion

Triple Platinum

Scrilla

Rather You Than Me

2017

prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"

I ain’t jealous
I ain’t selfish
Taking one for the team
She in love with a skater boy
No Avril Lavigne

And I’m stuck in my head
While we laying in

don’t hand to hand You album is can of spam
Smack ya whole face with the palm of an ouragatan
Basically you never a had a chance ask ya man
Transform ya

Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably 
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin 
I ain't worried bout nothing 
Back

went to school
Didnt know wat to do
Been pressured by my pops
Tellin me wat to do
Kept my calm, you know its cool
Got the waves, i aint in no fuckin

stuck in a bottle of Barbados Rum

A beach umbrella, some Coke and ice, grilled jerk chicken with peas and rice
Make a little more time for a lotta more

least influenced by The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish

And finally my fam, yo, you know who you are
It’s time to, sit back and enjoy yourself
And free your mind, let’s have a good time
Sit back and enjoy yourself

I ride by, when I ride by
New kicks, new sneaks, fresh as fuck on the beach

Bad bitch, Georgia peach, turn a nerd to a freak
Make a nigga rest in

Do It, See It, Be It

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by

Ya Slippin'

Boogie Down Productions

By All Means Necessary

1988

as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Guaranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost

and call her Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the beach (suh, suh, suh)
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor

reach?
Are you bathing in moonlight or drowned on the beach?
Where are you?
Are you surrounded by things we cannot penetrate?
Is the cage you love the home

Saturday night by the beach
Only seafood he eats
My whole body a feast
Broke bitch you are not a treat
Last night I was on the island
With a tech billionaire

Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by