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a damsel
If boys run up
I'm blowing out their candle
Leave them looking red
Like my nike sandals
Or like red fruit punch koolaid
Only baby that I kiss
Is

a fighter now I'm a lover
If you fuck me over don't wanna touch ya
How did I know that you would end up here
When you blow up my phone make me wanna disappear

mountains
Everybody be moved by how we moving mountains
We've got You
To listen us through
What we share is true
What WE Share is food
(Foo-foo-foo

the corner by the projects, them youngins on the reach is Cardi B'ing with them rockets
Or calling up Maria for a liter
Maybe white, maybe tan
Signing out

about my honey Mary
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is

character development
Cheers

Staring too long at the boy who smells strong of perfume that isn't her's
Ignorance makes for hauntingly bitter sweet pictures

What About Us

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Thug World Order [Clean]

2002

You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what

real
(It is for real)
Indigo and red you are violet
Yellow and green you'll make the boys riot
Gold and all that comes with the color
Love you in every

Stormtrooper

Pepper

Kona Town

2002

And up from the mountains and out from the trees, that is where you come from you crawl like the one disease. 

So now you pass me the laser beam and you

like the shit
Cause all that's left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
Funk down your legs, and up to your belly
But I'm with

Sorry

T.I.

Trouble Man: Heavy is the Head [Best Buy Exclusive]

2012

the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang

Sorry

T.I.

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang

like it
I pop cheers, comin' zoom in right by you
Tight gears when I slid in, why you so upset
That I loosened it up, this is dog-eat-dog boy
Only

This is not a game, you're living in a fantasy
Killing shit, fatality, running low on battery
I'm coming up, the runner up, they're running back
This

really die for this
And I talk that shit but he's the real deal
You know
Why does that make you emotional
Is it talking about him or in relation to you?

Your spirit is see through
Just take a look, the mirror will teach you
Prepare for your ego to disappear for a small interval
Just woke up in

what
I got you can’t take from me i got family
Faith and I still got me some breath
To breathe boy life is good

Sometimes I just get caught up
Quick

you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though

(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
What's up?
(What the fuck is wrong with you?)
Man, fuck that,

don’t come
In a pretty melody
And sometimes it’s not followed by cheers

I live how I want so I wanna live
And I give you what you need so in time
You

my mine
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Growing up
My mama used to call me
Baby Boy
Bitch don't talk to me however
Not no baby boy
If I ever have a kid
I want

We're so sick and tired of this ole rat race 
Trying to make a living by getting straight c's
Let's go, oh ya let go 

cll I hear is boy, get your

mode
Where death is a toll
I'm a pass that shit twice
By end of the night
I'm bout rolling the dice
I love spinach and rice
I can fuck up your life

by the hunnids and your girlfriend love it (Ha!)
You know what she might see, let her go low, now she got high hopes
Don't call her back now she

running up a check

Surrounded by them demons, I'm so isolated
Boy don't play with me, your life get confiscated
I be moving shit like Rylo, I'm a project