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and then we get the dough 
Then we oppress the ones who gave us all  for real though 
What you're leaving for is what you'd really die for 
7 figures in

Lush Life

Sheila Jordan

Sheila

1977

year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
All I

don't fuck with these niggas cuz I know they fake "Fuck"
I'm investing some money out of real estate "money"
What you got in the bank just mind your

worried
Keep it one hundred I got my steel
So while we on the topic
What you got up in yo' pocket
Big bands, made my bitch go an count it
This a thousand

of my cannabis
Still as a mannequin at your door like An ambulance
Said you live in a paradigm it's like Kwami in wonderland

Never back down my

All these city lights and you the main attraction
Don't get hypnotised by the cameras flashing
One night guaranteed satisfaction
I'm known to get my

Star Cry

Foxy Brown

Brooklyn's Don Diva

2008

I ain't have struggles
Sometimes I feel like I live inside a fuckin' bubble

I work hard for mines, baby, I'm a thoroughbred
And I don't care what

day in LA

Don't start what you can't finish
Especially if you're not in shape you
Know a man with fitness
Bare witness, got my pop side from Venice

the next big hit
Then goin' on late night drives in the summer time, walk around the city then close our eyes
Picture the view in Beijing, London, Paris

the next big hit
Then goin' on late night drives in the summer time, walk around the city then close our eyes
Picture the view in Beijing, London, Paris

Baysick a Dugatti
I'm tryna put Ice in an all black Bugatti
Put Daps in a Porsche, put Illz in a Royce
Take Ellis out to Paris, swerving lanes in Massaretis

a couple times you ain't havatah ride
Did a couple a things, justah live this life
Stayin' by my side, you my ride or die
Sensei, had to teach
To the Lords

We Be About

Arsonists

Date of Birth

2001

[Verse One: Jise One]
You can't handle what I'm about
I'm smoked out in Amsterdam
With two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I used to love

Lost in an illusion
My real love is the music
(Yeah yeah, oh oh)
Never gonna be Mrs. Little His Thing
Pulled down by the weight of a diamond ring
All I

in Paris
Hit you up when I got status
I'm etheric when she focus on aesthetic
Bad bitch want a beverage
I mean I got what you need bitch
Plenty drinks

rap war
Like i am Adolf Hitler
Imma get whats mine
Yeah, wanna live so lavish, fly out to Paris
God gave me this gift, as an outlet
To multiple it, is

everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris might ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile

wanna go right[01:24.20]We live in peace but suddenly we fight[01:26.68]There's no one wrong and there's no one right[01:30.41]We've got to clear our

by my side
Said we'll be together till 79
I know you never cared when I cried
Hospital beds where I prayed I died
Said we'll have Paris in the future

to work, because i still have hope
But every day that goes by, i live a loop
I see everybody who is trapped in coop
I do like a Duck
Windows open, heart

me dig in
Plant a seed, so much weed, no limit
Ah girl say me ting small, ah lie she ah tell
As you dey shake the ibadi e oh
Your body na food, ma pari

acting funny 
What’s really good bitch?
Yea I live Paris, got me feeling like I’m good rich 
941 under the sun hun 
Hot, like they just took you out

I was trying to live lavish
Twenty three got my momma a mansion
Big dreams I got rap in a carriage
Flew her out I got flows out in Paris
Section eight

I stretch more than 30 blocks, washin machine ta dirty socks
cwaken by sirens from law cars and early shots
Stars and moons play at night, I'm live