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Yeah! You know what time jt is
Fucking with the jiggys that be
Banging on a bitch
Nigga look that ain't shit
Man i do what i do these niggas
They all

Talking im the youngest in the city poppin,
I ain't been the best to you but i been trying,
I gotta invest into you fuck all this buying,
I been

do anything and everything
Yeah, real magic nigga I do anything
Yeah, it ain't what it seem
Yeah, it ain't what it seem

Yeah, I do anything

Might be because of
You ain't got nothing to say
Sit and wait your whole life away

Now it's ten pm and I'm all out of breath
And ain't no words of wealth
I think back to what I used to be
Playing football under a tree
Those oaks

We ain't buyin' it no more
No man
Y'all can't fool us this time
I reckon I've been fooled
By a con man
He used me as a tool
Takes a lot of gumption

Nothing seem to amaze me
If it ain't bands that shit don't phase me
Nothing seem to amaze me
If it ain't bands that shit don't phase me
Nothing seem

background
I gotta go around and bring you up I know how it go and I ain't no dub
But I like testin' my luck, And if you a ho, then you just get fucked
It is

Wounded Prince

Vic Chesnutt

Left to His Own Devices

2001

poked by some bloke in the Bahamas
Money money, the richest boy in the world
Money money, you ain't being spoiled
Your mother's being poked by some

ain't take nothin' but a quarter, nigga (huh?)
We get the bricks over borders, nigga (borders)
I took a bitch to the mansion
I kicked the bitch out

Numero Uno
Whoever don't know
Big shopper
Big popper
Big copper you know
If you ain't popping with the nxgga
You ain't poping you know
If you ain't

we lit
And I fucked on a bitch, in a second, real quick
And a nigga talkin' on the gram, but I pulled up, he ain't do shit
Ain't no luck, what

Yeah
How many?
Sike!
Just Kidding
Its Auntie
Said I wasn't getting lit today but I ain't mean it (nah)
Said that I was broke but you know that I

Ain't it always true the one you really want
Is far away from you on another's arm
Ain't it always true

Ain't it always hard to look on from

Sigh let's get back into it nigga
Uh, y'all ready?

Machine, the one and only, Plain Jane Patek
I ain't wear the Rollie
Nigga my tux is custom Brioni

You might say you give in
You're sick of this
You might say you'd give up
You've had enough you know that ain't true
You know that ain't true
You got

be focused on the dividends
If it ain't bout that I ain't hearing it
If you got a problem then handle it
I don't give a fuck bout you talking that shit

ain't workin', I'm too determined
I killed my family's bills like Uma Thurman
Universe in synch with me, this is how I picture me
I'm a legend, this

like it's a dance floor
Don't play with me
My time comes with a receipt
And there's a lot like you only one of me it's clear to see
Ain't nothing

If you ain't talking money
Then you ain't speaking my Language
They was tryna cut me off
I had to hit the lane switch
You already know what's up with

Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

Manic Street Preachers

Help

1995

I ain't gonna stop the rain by complaining

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for

What up? What up G's
What, what up? What up G's
What, what up?

It ain't nothing but this murder rap
It ain't nothing
It ain't nothing but these

just be killin' to sin (uh)
I smoke blacks, only on Percs it be kickin' it in
Told you, "I love you" way back then, I don't know if I did
And I ain't

A thousand nights in the trap
I ain't ain't going back
I had to get out the mud like a real boss
No matter what it cost gotta peel off
I wanna