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You wanna front what? Jump up and get buck
If you're feeling lucky duck
Then press ya luck

Pass the mic, I take flight like an astronaut
I'll blast

For every verse you drop, the God drops too
It's Craig G, Queensbridge, USA!
Got rhymes? Damn right I do, do press play
Put thе house up and cars up
You

sånt liv
Och det är fresh när dom säger min shit
En beat så jag känner det fresh
Nya med en skinig banger som
Vi slänger på press
En publik som säger det

the roof off, I press that button
I ain't even got no choice
Got a main bitch, I don't
Do chores, I'ma get mine
Hope you get yours
Big Backdoor kick too many

Oh last year, bitch, I almost four-hundred K
And I ain't have to work not one damn day
So imagine when I pick shit up and press play
I don't wanna hear

zerkratzt meinen Lack, Pacan Kickdown, nie wieder mit S-Bahn
Respekt ist mehr wert als Geld, ge?
Ach was, hier im Viertel ist es Dreck wert
Press' jetzt,

her head to her toes
Tattoo of a rose, on her lower back by her butt
Red button on her gut, that you press, whenever wan' fuck
Stuck in the game for

the dark

Oh, stay stay
Stay stay

I lose myself in your eyes
Press your hands against mine
Tell me what you know

Share your secrets with me
I won't tell

literally, A metaphor
For all the pain you settled for when
We were young and meddled more
But why now press rewind? We're
All children of Father Time (Time)

a minute, fresh up, uh
She wanna fuck, you know I'm
Never gon' stress her, like
Who is that nigga? I ain't got
Time to go press her, like
We gettin' money, we

in drive but you're
Gonna press the brakes, wait
Money train and it came
I'm not to blame, you was late
I ain't alright, man, I'm great
And they don't

than Christ
I'm never passive
I'm pissed off and don't pass mics
Press the digitator
Better prep or prepare foes
For A-O T-P, Army of the Pharaohs!

Yeah, yeah it's a neighbor
Yeah, yeah

Press that blunt up to my lip
I strеss no frontin', I don't trip
You can't summon me for shit
Nothing you fake gon'

what the fuck?
We finna roll the dice, no more bets
Press your luck
We finna have it all and what
We have is not enough
I'ma tell 'em break theyself for

get lonely I️ just press play
And then max the volume, uh huh yeah

Take me high i️ been low, yeah yeah
Give me life it's so hard to cope, yeah
When I'm

to sit down with the wolf
Streets know my rapport, I really went to war
Press on the fours, laughing in court
Judge said I got no remorse

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Åå! Velg velg å vær en venn
Åå! Velg velg å vær en venn

Å være modig i en verden full av press, er jo
Ikke enkelt,  men det handler om respekt
Her

dick
(Lil' bitch)
I'm in a foreign, fuck a Cutlass
I don't see no switch (I don't see it)
Press a button and I'm
Gone like ding dong-ditch (Ding

gimme dat ooo, ooo, ooo
She gone gimme dat

New space ship Ain't got no keys
One button I press then leave
I'm liking yo persona you be fresh no breeze

that make the green hundred fold
Sippin my yac inside my hot lo-lo
Tryin to get in the spot where players ball
Got a page from some booty press the celly

a lot of press
No comeback, but you're legend
Is that what you call success

(It's just a fucked up gravy)
Sucked up, sucked up in gravy
(It's just

just does it
Does it (Woo)
Now you breddas love it
Bit of weed that I get in dozens
Press the buttons, get me many brothers
I could bender
Bender like

driving fast
Press the gas, hit your phone, busy line
Rearview, red lights, empty roads
Quiet nights, quiet nights, I'm
Alone, knowing right, out of sight

niet eens wat press is (pow, pow, pow)
Ak die is on the run op die Asics
Ik heb veel schoenen (veel)
Ik ben on the run, ik ben met echte werkers
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