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I do not wanna love you
I'm smoking backwoods woah, damn
I just got started in November now
I'm at the top fucking hoes by their race
Told that lil

bleedin' (yeah, bust)
I'ma leave that geekin'
(Blatt, bleedin') , have her gone
By the weekend (Blatt, yeah)
Got too much water
(Blatt, blatt) , shit got me

Pull Up

Lil Uzi Vert

Pull Up

2019

(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em

I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)

Yeah
Livin' like a rockstar
Niggas think I'm a popstar
Lil' bitch got my name on her crop top

Dick in her mouth gave her lock jaw
Fuckin' that hoe

'em all how to fly, yeah
You niggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (brrah, brrah)
Your lil' homie

)
If you come to my spot, you gon' need a motor scooter to tour (yeah)
I'ma put my dick in every hoe (yeah)
I'm just a freaky lil boy (yeah)
I

'Vette to a 'Rari
Gave that 'Rari to my assistant
Yeah, my hustle so persistant
And that's how I like my women (aye)
Don't get in my business, bae
You

Yeah (goin' dummy on these hoes)
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)

Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi
Don't text me in

Iced Out

Lil Pump

Lil Pump

2017

money (what?)
Put that lil' shit up (hah, lil' shit up)
I make 'em open stores (yeah)
I make 'em close the store (yeah)
I'm in the Gucci store (what?)

Mr poooostman
Must have been a very long time (woh yeah)
Since I heard from this boyfriend of mine

So many days you past me by
You saw the tears

Mr. make em mad, that's a fact, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a bag that's a rack, yeah, yeah
Speakin' on my name, you so wack, yeah, yeah
This shit

has a love that is true

(Oh yeah)

Then to be fooled by,

And get hurt by you

Cause when I give my love, 

I want love in return (oh yeah)

Now I know

(Woo, woo)
She said she don't like how I act
She said "I don't play"
Yeah (yeah, let's go) , lil' shawty done fell in love with eating me up
Yeah, lil

Mr. Wankerman

Joss Stone

Colour Me Free!

2009

Mr. Wankerman
I get so tired
Of your shit
Yes I do

Mr. Wankerman
You got no respect no no
You're selfish yes you are
Mr. Wankerman
Mr Mr yeah

Mr. Garfield

Johnny Cash

Mean as Hell!

1966

of the house
And everybody looked so sad and I asked a soldier boy there
And I said is is is Mr Garfield and he said yeah he's gone
Gonna lay him in that cold

Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
Mrs. Right...
She might be Mrs. Right...
(She might be Mrs)

I met her in an un-usual way
As I traveled she pulled me

You said you'd be together till the sun died
You said I'd always be your lil sunshine
I know I made it hard to have a good time
I never gave up

Yamborghini High

Juicy J

The RCA-List

2016

fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

Yeah, I

yeah but no I'm not melly
We got choppas' on so ask if I'm ready
Tell me the addy' drive by in a tesla
Sending heat seekers but no I'm not extra (Yeah

Yeah, late in the mornin' and I'm up with a migraine
That ho on go, she might fuck me right here
I like nasty lil' hoes, oh yeah
Bought a Glock,

if I'm high right now
I told her, "yeah"
She said can she come by right now
I told her, "yeah, ha, yeah"

Everybody talk dumb 'till you see 'em in

nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side

Pussy lil' boy, you a snitch, you a big rat
Break a bitch off just like she a kit kat
I'm in this shit so fresh like tic tac, yeah
Yeah
Think I might die

a comma wake up by no means
If you act fake, you can’t roll with my homies
Don't need a durag 'cause I'm wavy like the ocean
All night, yeah I fiend a lil