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Bentley's 'round the city on buttons, ya bitch
Arm hangin', wrist blingin', just stuntin' and shit
Drop the top, block is hot, stay bumpin', ya bitch
B.

like we do it's DGA
We makin withdrawls
Then we ball stackin bills like a wall
You know I got the mask on
David C don't clown
Spending rounds
One by one

I wet, I got the ocean beat
This the drip or drown, you won't be found
Better make your rounds 'fore I walk through cause, (doot doot doot) I'll clear

tuning tuning
In to just the right frequency
In five four three two
Compare me to none
Im just having some fun
Man I'm one with the sun
Man compare me

But the truth lies bare
You look so helpless
With that hoop 'round your knees
Keep twirling baby
The men will agree
But what does it matter
We're all

he is passing through
Major
They try to turn off the light of the boy
The boy winning even home and abroad
All i get now is a round over plus
All of my

Her momma pull up to the crib, you know I gotta bounce
You smokin' ounce, we smokin' loud, we smokin' by the pound
Hottest in this bitch, hottest in

so high
When I smoke papers
We going up and it makes you feel down
You Calling elevators
And you so out my mind
You a fucking hater
Real winners round

at
Champagne
Pour me some in a wide glass of wine. let me show you how I'd make you be mine
I'd
Wrap a hand round your neck
Pull you towards me
And make you beg

begging for they life

Bloodshed
Bodies dead
By the people who protect
Every cop ain't evil
That I know for them I show respect

Need the good to rise up

out at parties we be too faded

Too faded
Too faded
Too faded
Too faded
Too faded
Too faded
Too faded

We be catchin flights to miami
Ridin round town

with these lames
I don't want you around
When it comes to this game
I be shutting them down
Twist their faces in terror
As I let off them rounds
Once

Ko sé yan ti ofè lowo laye
Nobody wanna beg for bread
Everybody wan smile
Nobody wan cry
They no even wan shed small tears
No be by money and fame
Nah

Ahhhhhhhhhh

All I need is a Pepsi
(All he needs is a Pepsi)
Fucking making my rounds

Mellow out man

Geez, this guy needs to calm down
Didn't he used to work

Let's go Yeah
Feels so good

A working girl from way down
She don't know nothing
Yeah a working man
Just working round town
Waiting on pay day
Watch

sex
Shorty gon ride, jump like a slide

I got two hoes, come through
Get nailed, get screwed
Bring a friend too, ay
Get in that bed
We ain't getting no

Here I am, in another round
Found myself in another man
Changed my voice, but not my heart
Present memories fill my soul 

All of my fears have gone away

a beauty unattainable
Let me tell you this much
A lot of people out there longing to be loved so I'm
Driving round just thinking about
What you've given

just wanna ugh
And pass me round
In they crew
But you raised by your momma
You don't be around no drama
You just go to work
And come around like good

As the Years Go Passing By

Bill Sims

Bill Sims

1999

Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.

Black tracksuit with a pair of new sneakers
Four door, don't confuse it with a two seater
Long hair, wallflower, but my flow heater
You can't tell

leave none in the morning

And when she reaching the climax, I make her crumble when she on it
I like the way your body look right now
She asked for round

smile
Once in awhile
Listen to your favorite song
Maybe you sing along

Watching you play video games
I could play round or two
Wanted to see you in

The hills 'round here have legs
I try to rise from where I lay
But every single step I take
They're two steps further away
The sky's a pack of eyes