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wa mover
Ven te lo wa mover te lo wa mover
Uh ha ha ha
Que fue la Moyeta
Gotera Records
B One el productor de oro
829 Music
Dimelo Jesse

just ignore
So I come on and record and I sing about it all

I pray that your girls playing with you in the car
'Cause I know she love that Leon,

the record until I'm finally bleeding out
But I don't know if imma swim or if I'll die out in the drought
I don't really know where I'm gonna take it from here

need be protected
Cause they'll snatch it like a cd ejected
Yo my hustle bout to see me perfect it
Make a euro, make a yen, make a record spin
Exchanging

records till my back stiffen
My hands itching, bout to make some money man
This shit gon have the city going dummy man
So I blessed the track
Then again

they don't break records
They dick-riding niggas that's on then
Take a bunch of selfies (Fuck niggas)
That's the shit I got a problem with
I'm bout

be waitin' for you at home
And then there's me, all alone in the dark
Writing song after song hopin' this one will spark
Pour my heart onto the record

Puttin' spirits in my thermos like Danny Phantom (Going ghost)
Grab the Panic-Cam and then record the damage and I
Wait, I'm goin' too far with it
Lemme

started doin' music
Say whatever the fuck you want
I mean in the court of law, you can't
If you black and got a record, but ayy
I'ma keep doin' it
Neck

out at night
You won't see me door dashing
Bruce Bruce
I'm suppressing pain when I'm laughing
Put me on a banner for the records that I'm smashing
Call

their face remember
You know I come to set the record straight
And put all of these demons in their place in their face
Yea you know I'm the right one

about that, yeah
We'll see about that
We'll see about that
Like I got affinity for it
(Aye yo - turn that shit down man, we hittin record)
Hear me flowin

""What If I Told You I Love You""
(M. Finney, J. Stringfellow)

Put that needle on that record man
It's something good for the soul
Something you all

Me n'adono, però no oblido,
et duré sempre, en el record.
De vegades, t'imagino,
altres t'invento.
Miratges ocults, d'altres mons.
Aquell instant que

you selling for free
You may think that I’m jealous
I just wanna set the record straight
What I got to be jealous for
When I’m putting food on all

Let Me in Now

St. Lunatics

Free City

2001

your knees touch your nostrils
Show me that big ol' brown booty hole, let me record it like a studio
You can go and get your crew, girl, like Freddy

Was I
Puttin' spirits in my thermos like Danny Phantom (Going ghost!)
Grab the Panic Cam and then record the damage and I
Wait, I'm goin' too far with

to you

It's a real hard lesson to learn
When the prodigal son returns
And there ain't no parade
All your records are shattered
There's new names

We'll be going all out till the light's out
Yeah
Tell you what I said, I'll put a verse in for your record but I might just have to put you on a Wait list

to the issues 
(Yeah Yeah)

Why did he leave us 
Like Jordan after the 3 peat 
Like Barry Sanders approaching the record 
Could have broke it easy 
Bet he’s

records I'm breaking
Money for the kids that's gaining more knowledge
Whether they trynna work or move on to college
They thinking that I'm dumb cause I

Where's my pen I'll sign a record deal 
Ya'll always talk but never in the field

I'm tired of livin life a bottleneck
Yeah it's a hard life hard test

Beggin For Record Deals
You never know who plottin on ya keep the blick by ya hip
They'll never know if im lackin or im fully equipped
But if the Fye by me

releaser
GBH on my record, fuck a meat clever
I'm from Manny where they're calling man the beekeeper

When his leg got broke, he didn't have to ask