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Beat leasing, rapping over vocals, they don't know no better
Broke, but they stunting on they records, that don't go together
But whatever, I just keep

concerts
When we touch down back to earth
We gone be living like we got our masters
We making magic
With the lyrics i record in my thoughts
Man im into

the fuck I look like with a crim record and a baby
I tell my son that he a king and he the greatest
If he like it then I love it what's the price cuz daddy

patna

 I'm high on diz brackets
 You a fly on my table
 I'm high with my label
 I won't let my chain tangle

 And I got enough records
 Just sell all my

God is so glorious 
And His battle record homie is notorious 
His never lost a bout if your doubt
Then just look into his written word 
And your gonna

if I try to fix it
I still be living at Mama's
No records on the ceiling
No records on the ceiling
You messed up
You feel it
Just fess up
You did it

a record that plays on inside my mind

I still hear you singing mama said
I still see you dancing in my head
The memories are the ghost of days gone by

all my time)

You cut your way through greener pastures
Still unsure of what you're after
Swallow substance, burn your records
Hurry up, we're
We're

Hey what's up, this is your girl Angie Styles
And your listening to Vars City radio
With Lost in the City records 

No no no no no 
No no no no ayeee

ਹੋ ਵੈਲਪੁਨੇ ਦੇ record ਸਾਰੇ ਤੋਡ਼ ਕੇ
ਨੇਯੋਡੇਯਾ ਸਮੇਤ ਬਾਜੀ ਮੋਡ ਕੇ
ਹੋ ਵੈਲਪੁਨੇ ਦੇ record ਸਾਰੇ ਤੋਡ਼ ਕੇ
ਨੇਯੋਡੇਯਾ ਸਮੇਤ ਬਾਜੀ ਮੋਡ ਕੇ
ਚੋਟੀ ਦੇ ਉਦਾਰ ਪੁੰਜੇ ਲੌਣੇ ਜੱਟ

That's when a ni**a got lucky
And started snapping on records
I want to tell you this this ain't no regular rapping
We're about to take it to heights

Tell me now baby what is your desire set that kooch on fire
Make that booty shake for the record I can't take this
Open up your mouth let me spray it

The blue and yellow painted
And those flickering lights on stormy days 
The half car driveway
The dock at the bottom by the lake
Old records playing
And oh

gone do for That 40 
She say SMH TNH please don't Record me

Bad bitch she a lil thot pocket 
She trying fuck but she said she need Deposits 
She want 40

of the class
I took a little bit of the English
A little of math
Now every time I make a record nigga making the cash
Aye every time I make a record nigga making

the game for every second and
Blast my competition, squeeze first, no questioning
Even if you owning up to shit there’s no confession in
Your records, for

Record after record it's a hit 
I feel That I am legit 
I'm makin moves I'm doin shit
It's dilemma on the track so you know it's gone be a hit

ballin out
If life a shade, I'm lighting up
If life a fruit, I'll fill my cup

Five two zero seven records
Make records up out the deck
Until I get my

Imma also be high and record it
My plug need to be awarded
It come in da mail so it’s foreign
I only cop runtz can’t afford it
I might just go match with

on record you can't take that off
No wait, I'm not, I'm I'm strai (Switch!)
My record went gold, and so did my teeth (Switch)
I would make a bad best man, I

nobody 
keep it exclusive, elusive, you got me feeling cocky

Oh and we can take it nice and slow there is no need to rush 
So go on put that record

of town 

That's your bitch I control her 
Like a controller 
Press the button on her 
Just might record her 
Call up the promoter 
The bottles load up

(yeah) 
Don't make it easy to clean you up 
When they clean you up 
Press repeat the record never ends
Spill your guts you are my best friend

She said "I

record
I got these niggas shook from what I might record
I’m from the jungle so all young nigga know is rumble
These bitches always fronted so it’s hard