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beat
Im mouthafuckin big dick winnie
You bitches need to get off your ass
I see you all have them pennies
And im getting bags call it cash

All I know is go get to the money
Run it up and the money keep coming
Ran it up off of serving the junkies
I don't know why they hating, I came up

with him through it all 'cause I got your back (back)
Yeah, you know who I am, (yeah) yeah
 
Bet you didn't know that I've been watchin' and plottin'

to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris

We rap all night get lucky (Eh)
Dentro al mio whisky c'e l'OKi (Ah)
Metto la vodka negli occhi (Aspetta, aspetta)
E dopo fine dei giochi (Uh) il mio

need you
And I can't do none of this by myself
I need you
And I don't need nobody else
I need you
I know I could be doing the same shit wit' somebody

track

I'm standin' on business and makin' big racks I'm a boss-ass bitch, yeah, ho, that's the catch
That's the catch, you know I got the racks Yeah,

forever comes

I know we cannot see tomorrow but 
Where you go you know I'll follow
cnywhere beneath this big old dying sun	   
I'll be loving you 
I'll be

by the throat, Substance got me, beggin for More,
Mental illness, you never know,
Human nature, there you go,
Now you got it, under control,
Keep it

happened
And still, all of the tools my heart runs on
Were covered up by a sense of weakness
But yet

Then, I held the wish to comprehend
All things

of the tower I got the power nigga I can't lose
Dealt with pain and I dealt with strife, know my heart frozen in ice
I'll find me a better life, tell em' all I

Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know bout

Here's where I go in
Back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini

all the bitches line'll be the same
Like, okay, okay, I know this Rollie hittin', and my chain
Look just like the ocean, you ain't even gotta say

Surveyors and Cranes

Bob Mould

Body of Song [Deluxe Edition]

2005

I'm driving a vehicle
Bigger than my father's Oldsmobile
At least 30 miles each way
Passing by surveyors and cranes
I wonder out loud:
When will

'm your, your addiction, addiction
You're my, my heroine and cocaine
I know you're not good for me
But I don't wanna go away

All day, I just been

they come in doubles (come on)
They know that I'm finna pop like bubble (come on)
Finna hit 'em all bass no treble (come on)
I drive it too fast, I

Breeding House [Bonus Track]

Bruce Dickinson

Balls to Picasso

1994

defended by the ones that should have ended it

Angels of death in a white coat so serene
Devising ways of dying, so obscene, so obscene
And Washington was

No Time to Think

Bob Dylan

Street Legal

1978

is better than best.
I've seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes
And I feel so depressed.

China doll, alcohol, duality,

acceptance and exposure
Tryna be the rappers on the posters

All I hear is, "New chain
Big house, fast car, " it's so boring
And all of that is lies, man, it's

gonna see it's all comin' true
Thats why I'm leavin' it up to you
Yeah you gotta let him know

The news is out I guess you heard
I shouldn't breathe

all that shit

I can sleep all day long
In the night i feel strong
Eah i hear snapping twigs
Eah i know there are some cheaks

I am big bad freak
In

supermarket

Shot a web at her face, big Peter Parker
I got a green beam, built like a goblin
Flag on the play, play dead, you an opossum
Sell all the bowls,

with that fake shit 
imma break ties with a fake bitch 
i ain’t finna sleep till i tell my mom i made it 
only big bags that we chasing 


Written by

no fucks
Get a lighter and smoke this big ass blunt
Purple drink, that's all inside of my cup
Fuck 12 cause I don't give a fuck
Got yo bitch and she