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Shorty did some things
That she can never
Forget
Lives her live
In the moment
She don't got time
She don't deal with
Emotions
To me that's some
Hoe shit

good (Yeah)

Right now I'm feeling Iraqi
My girl's the bomb so we grom like Paris
'Cause we live fast, live fast, die happy
On a
Lot of flights, tryna

There was a moment
In time
But we let it slip by
(Bye bye)

So when it rains
While you wait for the bus
Make the minutes pass
Daydream of us

Live

carry those
Bummy sneakers, what are those?
Get in going, golden go
Hunts Point got the hottest hoes
Inner city tragic woes
Splattered street,

scale ticking, I’m sick of my entourage saying they Titanium
Lemme get to the Vibranium, kick in your cranium
Bounce your head from Paris to Ukraine back

a trip to Paris
When I'm rich with the miss who slipped my grip in 2010
But check the game
Cause the man has all the right to slain
Fuck with his food,

stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall

What's going on
I am having fun in New Orleans
Side by side
Looking for some heat
Kicking in the bars
Ride the boulevard
Blowing my trumpet
In the Bourbon

reprogrammed by strobes
I want answers sherlock holmes
I want pussy that I call home
I don't want a night in paris
I want a lifetime in rome
I want cash up front

this by myself and they didn't know why
Look up in the sky when it hit low tide
Tell that bitch goodbye
Gotta live my life
Im a man with rights and they

They say Paris is dead
Lived through London and drank through Memphis
The things you live by were once just a guess
And there ain't no glory in

Did you choose to add your name?
You OUTLANDISH, up in Paris
Are you off your fucking face?
I don't think you live that life
That you've been trying

They can see a bright light start shinin' in they head
But inspirations end
Begins the artist's dread
What good is the paper without ink inside your pen?

a 100 nights 
Ima grind for mine

I've never been addicted to money
I'm addicted to freedom
In the system we live in
It's got me, fighting, trying

bein' broke niggas just ain't makin' it
So we do what we can to survive Even if it means takin' these white motherfuckers lives

But now I turn the gun

a spot in the "seizième"
We about to paris by night, make it rain
'Cause we don't give a damn
Also 'cause we can, shades runnin' ones
Still savage wit it,

ain't see the tools
I got interviews up in Paris
Hit the jet quick
Send my pets with
Connoisseur shit
We live lavish
Roulette been up
In a Benz truck
All

with him
What about all the times you been hurt by him
Are you still in love with him
I conserve all my energy by pouring one
But you gave me one
Time is

looking in the mirror haha there go my Idol

I shot my shot back aiming like a rifle
Paris in December got us looking at the Eiffel
We wanna live tryna stay

Trying not to fall in the trap watching my back it ain't no 
Loyalty keep the fame and give me my royalties I need MJ
And the Beatles masters what

what about to tell
I live in a frame as the age goes by / As soon as a quake in the surface o’ mine

As coming the night, please awake…

And he’ll come

Off the Corner

The Associates

Return of Dragon

2001

Associated now we made it what can stop us now

Ayo we bash in brains
Then hit a nigga pockets for the last of his change
Then put a slash through his

Paris France like I live here (bonjour)
I live my life with a 'Joie de Vivre'
Smile on my face when I ride the streets
Up from the mud where they grind

shit and make a stack
With you I’m always feeling lavish
Don’t matter what the social status
Walk-in down the street they look at us
Wishin they