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The little midget racer went by (voom) 9 (voom) 12 (roar).
A P-38, how did that get in the race?
And (voom) 12 (voom) 9.
And the best man is number
to, uptown
C'mon, c'mon, you, you have to, you gotta go uptown
Oh, oh, oh, baby, oh yeah
matters
So who are you when they turn off all the cameras?
With me, you know the answers (Queens in the house)
Go ask Tony Bennett (Queens in the house)
disgrace
Who cares what they say
Because the rules are for breaking
(I'll said ya)
Who made them anyway
You gotta show what you feel
Don't hide
livin', that's just livin'
That's just livin' life on a rock, yea
Well you don't lose your lover, you just lose your turn
Drivin' on the left side gotta be
(Sweet talkin' woman)
Where did you go?
I was searchin' (searchin') on a one-way street
I was hopin' (hopin') for a chance to meet
I was
gon' kill for you (if I'm gon' kill for you)
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey
Just in case my faith go
I live by my own law
I live by my own
them shits
Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit
And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich
Everything we went through, man I
right out the sky go bad
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to it, and I was like (oh, yeah)
See us come to award shows we're like
surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat, people hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
And jump it, shake
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on (gotta keep pressin' on)
Sky is the limit and you know that you can
(Gotta
to, uptown
C'mon, c'mon, you, you have to, you gotta go uptown
Oh, oh, oh, baby, oh yeah
Jit when life get hard
You gotta tote that fire
You gotta keep that rod
Gotta fear no man
When they pull your card
Keep it G with yourself
Keep it
of the 12-sided dice||I've got a profitable brain, supernatural eyes|Multiplied by|The galactic vigilante strapped twice|What's your answer, Dungeon
Walking down the street watching ladies go by watching you
Walking down the street watching ladies go by watching you
Watching you
Watching you
Cake, that's Canada probably
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hatin'
Everybody's got a mountain to climb
This road we travel gets a little tough sometimes
Sometimes I know you feel like you can't go on
Need somebody
take away the lonely days gone by
Make it every day for you and I
Given me a chance to go on believing
Girl, you gotta go on believing
Boy, you gotta go
uptown, Riverside Drive to me this babydoll, just walk on by
Bye bye, but I love you
Bye bye, baby I love you
I gotta go, I gotta leave
I gotta go, I
Been given the keys
I knew I'd receive
Be careful what you're asking for
Thy rod and thy staff
Simply twelve toned math
An earful opening all
fuck around and get ate up
Cut 'em up in 7 ways
Funeral carried by 6 in 5 days
You'll know I go for
Money when I sink my teeth in
Carter I I I beats
gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two’s
Gotta go, I stick it and move
G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got
I was in love wit him since I was 12
By age 14 I was just catching hell
He was the star of the football team
Other girls wanted to fulfill his
gettin' checks cause her ass out
Makin' money, gotta be the fast route
Bitch, if you ain't fuckin', better get yo' ass out
Pow! Pow! That chopper make
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