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from ever again

Your hazel can wash away my blues
And the roses around her mean more than what they used to
Mosaics in the sky draw pictures of her

brick (ugh ugh)
Brick by brick (yeah)

Need to sprint to the money can't be jogging
Ain't wasting time my n**** been on it
Enjoying life but a n**** be

She was the prom queen, the world was hers

With a wave of her hand, whispered words

Hearts broken by her abilities

Addicted to the sweetness

Stupid, Stoned and Dumb

Poison

Hollyweird

2002

some green
Wrote a big hit, a number one song
But by then, my girl was long gone

So your girlfriend is a dancer, she makes love for money
Used

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

in the city
Caught a guppy in the lake, fish by the plenty
Baby break fast in her Beamer, order Denny's
Take the hardship to the chin, ball chiny
Roses

Revolver [Paul Van Dyk Dub]

Madonna

Revolver

2010

to your mama 
Sayin' 
I can't believe it 
I seen ya tight 
Bring ya knife into a gun fight 
Caught up in love right 
Think I'm in love, I 

Line 'em

Ghetto Rich

John Legend

Break the Pot

2013

where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto

It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's only one Nas 'bout a hundred

I used to know you
Don't think I know you no more

You ain't gotta love me no more
Did it all, all on my own
I be in a whole different zone
I been

high
When we used to skip school and the girls were shy
I used to wait for her til she came outside
So i can see my Rosalinda
She was always by my side,

Mark from Kingston was a gun runner
Used to call me the African Don Dada
Rap sheet was as long as a Sudanese brother
You ain't more street so go suck

full of clouds
About to take another shot but
I'm used to the fouls i'm ballin'
You could take two to the mouth
It's Alumni, throw it up, two

Lemme tell ya a story about a moolie like me
I used to be a little fat at about five three but
Than I got five five an started getting high
God I

the whole if I have to
But I don't wanna one
That's too close to none, come
But get rid of the gun
It's covered in clues
The one that you used
To kill off

on that (bow)
The gang bring that wap, bring cash back
In the T house, make racks (that's racks)
Suttin' got hit by the gun
And now the whole block love

If I got off-subject, i'm sorry
Ex-boyfriend, he a stalker
I just like to chill in her apartment
Say she love me cuz I'm not a stalker
I be ballin hard

Bitch you better 
Bitch you better 
Bitch you better run bitch 
You better run bitch 
Right behind you with that gun 

When these cuts are from the rose

bottles full of more wet
Seen me in my yellow car, she got all wet
Used to smoke blunts, now she roll plane
Quit fuckin' with her nigga, he was so lame
She

this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,

AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up

I'm from N-E W Jerz
Where plenty murders occur
No point to comment
We bringin

Gemi
Chase
Do you believe in love? (hey)
I used to...not anymore (hey ey ey)
Uh Uh (hey ey ey)
Right now I retire (aah)
I taya
Uh
7:25 we dey rise

that I'm just a burden (Burden)
Feel like the space between is growing (Growing)
Our love used to be like flowers 
We'd bloom then the blessings would

the rim, yeah
Jumpin' out the gym
Rose gold petal with the ginger
Big tip
Big lip on her shit
Love the big booty bitch, how it feel on this dick
Let it