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just bein' silly, go ahead n get mad
Intro brought directly by a dick slap
Tic-tac willy but it's pretty like ya tit bags
Slip that pilly in my gin n

dis verse litty
Gave yo girl a hickey I keep my main bitch pretty
I'll be gone in the morning when I get that quickie
I'll be out in japan I gotta go

that I played at night
I walk by faith, a bit scared to walk by sight
Abusing bliss while everybody love the Meme
Feel, goddamn wrong
Low, on a low

Go Get Bands

Juan100

Money Making Mondays

2017

bands
I let her count my bands
I tell her go get bands
Now this pretty as girl
Want to meet my friend
Now this pretty as girl
Want weigh my grams

And you tryna get by, and wind up feelin' like bait
Hey
I can't castaway
To them sharks in the water, i'm feeling uncharted
Through the tough times I try

Pop's Rap

Common

Resurrection

1994

I just dropped by the studio, see what my son does
My main man, my son, Common Sense
They used to call me No Sense
Now they say I got plenty

a conversation with my laptop while I'm by myself
So this is gonna be, um how do you call it, a try?
Um, so here we go.
So I'm pretty sure we have a lot

be like copy cat
Taken people want me
Speeding so far up my ass, call em Ricky Bobby

It's Chanel bitch
Yup we doin' damage
Yeah it's true I'm that

the kid s*** risky
Get ya ass blowed like ricky
Came In the game dropped 60
Lock down Cb Got Me Feeling Mckinstry (Koolaid)
Ima keep talking that talk I

take your wife (let's get it)
I'm posted on the east
They don't wanna smoke with me
Baby face to you freaks
Pretty Ricky in the sheets
12 play

by any
I swear the sneakers that I rock cost a pretty penny
I'm funny Lenny Bruce, ya girly says I'm pretty cute
I know she tryna cop a smooch, I'm

ain't a P[retty] Rick[y] Maverick
Straight holes in your game, you squares can't Bob and weave w/a star, no Patrick
Don't try make a g insane; I'ma smoke

store is a town reunion
Show up at nine, might leave by two
We don't need big city lights
To light this town right up


We like to get loud, like to get

Yea that’s mando
Back on my grind call me Slicky Ricky 
the money on my mind got bitches gettin picky 
cause the money on the mind 
Baby im the main

It's Hard To Be a Saint In the City

David Bowie

Sound + Vision

1989

fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You

down on the kid
Let me rearrange her wig
And got up off her knees
Turned around and did a split
When she met you
And you'nt wanna see her go
Ba ba Ba

body your body pretty Ricky you getting thotty I lick up on you like it’s ice cream 
Dusse and hypnotic body in a frolic 
I know how to swim so I go

annoyin', why the fuck you stan me?
Finna catch a case, my work is outstanding
Everybody got they dreams
Not everybody get a chance to follow 'em
Brothers is

keep yo weapon
Niggas say they killers
But keep texting
And get caught in traffic

Headshot got snaked by his Nigga
Blood can show you grimey
All these

tickets
Missed them gunshots, but got struck by a whole car
Healed from a fractured hip and was left with a whole scar
Got left with like two dents, lookin'

Legend, the boy cold
Everybody knows
That's not in ya
Been immune
Since I manifested up in the womb
Been feeding these beats
Y'all eat it up like chicken

titties
Then I might roll up a splify
Like Ricky get swifty
If I said it then I goddamn meant it
Rather have a Jeep
I don’t need no Bentley
I’m bout to get

Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I-I-I-I got love for Gina
Like dat nigga Martin
Silly nigga don't get me started
Up da block from the jects
Temper like Ron Artest
Nigga

Hold up, don't be fucking up the sexy
Wait, I don't mean act classy
Fuck it, turn it up, get nasty
Turn up the bump, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up