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The Party Don't Stop

Mia X

Unlady Like

1997

don't fake none 
Millions by the Mason 
Shit, money I'ma take some 
Ask P, he know that Fox gettin' nasty 
Little sassy ass, 'bout it 'bout it 
Hoes

help it cause you needed that fix 
Said you felt rejuvenated cause I filled up every inch 
Conversations felt so strong 
Had to work in 3 hours but ya

on our way.
CH:
Sweating hard we inch along I’m desperate for a break. The radio mocks me with its song, it feels just like a wake.
V3:
I look behind

Hit a killswitch and put an
End to any problem, bitch!

Hash and weed, hash in a bong
Got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
If you wanna get throwed

Now y'all be feeling all this heat
It's boutta get hotter by this sick ass beat
Hit my stall up, wait for hops to come out
With that big bag of poppers

boarder.

[Verse 3:]
I see running you on the spot that's a treadmill (Run),
I gave an Inch they took a mile and now I got to tread mills (Nah),
Gift

make me nut, then i'm gone
No strings attached i'm finished and gone by the morn
Throwing money in the air she drop it to the flo
She was looking for

breathe away like an asthma 'tack
That's a fact I'm Mad as Max murder beats back to back
It's my track so best believe it man i had to snap
Like Eminem did

I'm like atomic rockets blasting off, I'm diabolic
It's do or die, so what if I admit I'm psychotic
I'm spitting daggers, lyrics are harder than

Back It Up

Tyga

Rise of an Empire

2014

that shit to a whirlwind
I'm Twizzy F Baby, Mista Mista Murda
I'ma kill you little niggas but the pussy, I'm murkin' 'em
Let me slow it up
Y'all already

told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means

you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious

HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three

niggas, eighty whips
Eighty pistols, eighty clips
Eighty niggas scream So Icey
Brick Squad when we hit the strip
'87 Oldsmobile
Twenty-four inch low-pro

(we're sorry the number 300 340 3
is no longer in service
if you feel 

argyle patterns
in the walls of this diner
my eyes they wander
guided by

commas 
Full stop to the gas, not bothered, I work hard to the max, I’m on it 
I ain’t really with the fuckery, them man are wannabes, suttin' I don’t

Bad Man

Lil' Keke

Screwed Down Version: Platinum in Da Ghetto

2001

when it's sunny
They say we country, they better check us again
Cause the truck, lex and benz they shipped without the ends
We did that, whether it's

baby moms
Nigga, all I want is a car to inch on
Been tryin' to take it there, fuck the movies
I'm a red carpet bitch, nigga, world premeire
Shit, I ain't

Chilling by snakes you don't got
What it takes hate
On me just like poker
IL raise the stakes capro
Won't stop he got
No brakes I already
Dealt with

and squirt my cream
You understand hear me out peep my slang
Quit acting like you aren't attracted by the way that I swang
I know the 20 inch thangs keep

now 
One, two, three sta-static 

Yo stay the fuck away from me
Like I don't think you get it
Keep the distance 6 feet
Mask I'm finna wear it 
People

Y'all want this party started quickly, right?
Set it off, set it off, set it off
Set, set, set, set it off

Dc and Boat never Caine and Abel
Had

from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug

Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our

shy
No one by my side, everyone is blind
Apathetic lives don't reach out to neighbour
I apologize, I shouldn't have been born

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3.
Platonic Love

that's my friend til the very end
Catch 'em on the block, make 'em drop, then we'll spin again
We aiming for the top, don't be shocked when it's a hit