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at the door
And we'd end up at the poor man's country club

And the last train is left
For the gateway to the south
The big bands are playing at the cave
You'll

Chill where you been at I’m like bitch why don’t you chill
I’ve been getting money trying to pay all of my bills
They say that I’m sleep well I’m

blow you down
I been trying to focus, stack it up the hunnid's
Blue on them bill's, you know what I'm thumbin'
Niggas talkin' bout guap, you know I be

drift through a vibrant tide
Like a pick through a diamond
My score's climbin' high with every strike
I feel the energy rise
The way ahead of me's bright

Check the score bitch I been balling shooting shots like I'm penny
Pull her hair beat from behind she said I fucked up her remy
Don't fuck with many

work  

When she went up that pole, legs to a split then down she goes 
Look at how she twerk for cash, make my hands go woo man she earned them bands

they sponsored by Carnegie, 'cause they rockin' all steel
Niggas, they can't even bother me
Because you ain't payin' my bills (ayy)
That shawty won't

necessary won't lose focus securing that bag
Strike you like a matchbox get'cha top hot
308 load a nigga azz up green dot
Stop me nigga betta off finding you

and Fleisch runnin' up our bands, eat expensive food
Me and Brodie got the plan, we gon' reach the moon

We'll Pay the bill, cause we really in that mood
We're

million, now skeletons in the earth
So spark something up, y'all
Elevate them lights
By celebrating death, we're celebrating life
You think man's a warrior?

Salaah!
Big body Benz swerving both lanes
Fresh blue bills got bloodstains
I'm a coke boy, came up out the dope game
Cops come, I tell them no names

shut Pack em up Wtf, idk, I gotta hunch, I'm gunning for my dreams until my eyes closed shut
Wtf you gonna tell a grown ass man
Im paying all my bills

Hot boy I strike out I came up knocking down the pins
tell these boys to pop out im dolo lets see how this end
I'm dolo nigga fuck your mans
Shit been

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media

will wear that dress

Oh, ohh

Kiss me
Beneath the milky twilight
Lead me
Out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and
Make

wear that dress
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies

wear that dress

Kiss me beneath the milky twilight 
Lead me out on the moonlight floor
Lift your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies

a chill pill
Then go watch Kill Bill
Beatrix Kiddo will be fuckin up your sword skill
Then the Lord will ignore the kill score
Still rockin the Beastie Boys

these hands and leave you all stichy
I'll run up these bands and count them in sixtys
I'll only fuck if I'm feeling real tipsy
But that's none of my

bands up, smokin my cancer, man
I done learned a couple things off these fake rappers, talkin’ cookin’ crack
I got a new scale for this work, movin all

Still In This B*tch

Juicy J

Fuck Em We Ball

2013

Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for

We Still In This Bitch

B.o.B

We Still In This Bitch

Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for

Still In This Bitch

Juicy J

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for

Still In This Bitch

Juicy J

Turn Up Why Turn Down

Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for