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the clouds, that be i
In the club wit loud, I be high
Don’t I move the crowd, don’t be shy
Shorty in the brown, my oh my
U ask to dance, I grab her hand
Then

the past mean nothing
It’s one more win for the crown and the crowd keep jumping
I’m a tank, bulldoze and bomb dropped already
One hook leave your legs

the clouds, that be i
In the club wit loud, I be high
Don’t I move the crowd, don’t be shy
Shorty in the brown, my oh my
U ask to dance, I grab her hand
Then

me so I'm saying hello/ we can light up some trees or we can light up some dro/ G's up haters down we up making rounds/ black beetle she a crowd

please show me the road/
Where should I go?/
I'm in territory my eyes never seen before/
Ready for gold by the rainbow/
Rapping to crowds I've only seen

crown
Yeah, look over your shoulder
Bitch I'm still in the crowd yeah
Shake his hand then I blow off his top
Take a picture with him then I
Shoot him with

care
Pass out all the time and people
Act like there's no one's there
Walking through a crowd, all I get is stares
Every step I take is like going up

Your talk brings
What goes around
Comes around

If I don't step off
And I converse with you
If I step off
It'll get worse-er  for me
But this crowd this

meant
It is bright, yes and higher than a kite
I do not fight, I allow, and take my bows

In not a crowd do I shroud, my inner beast come aloud
Come

you find me if I'm lost in the crowd
Pull me when I drown
Catch me before I hit the ground
I'm so lost in the thought I feel so down
Till today my life

not safe for you all, safe for the crowd,
Better back back, just a little hate for the clout,
I'm comin back harder and taking the crown,
All of that

about night out in the hills though, Bring ya friends no bitter bitches allowed my nights consist of da crowds vibing while singing out loud, Oh wat

Vans and Snap Back (drip boy) 
Skateboard Drip like I'm Lupe (Yeah)
Jump on stage get the crowd hype (whew)
Show packed out like a suitcase (yeah)

found—anonymous in the crowd (Banksy)
Invisible—I ain't tripping, just visiting with my vision
Aesthetic so authentic
Ain't nobody ever get it (Ain't nobody

tryna crowd my space 
Fake niggas you ain't  got a face
You a mannequin on display

I don't take no days off 
I don't like complacent boy I cut that with

the background
Used to go and kick it in the trap house
Kick it with the bad crowd
Quiet but his head scream mad loud
Used to go and kick it at his dad's house
Now

in the row
I won answer my name for the crowd
Fine boy, wireless wey make him mama proud
All the speakers for the streets, for the club
For the shows

down
I had to keep my circle small, I didn't wanna overdo my crowd
Nighaz turn snake when you down, but when you back straight they back in yo face
I

belong in a circus
But nah, that ain't my crowd, but they getting loud, I know if my cousin saw me now, man he would be proud
Shoot all spring green, I

I Want You Back

Soul City Survivors

Second Soul

2002

When I had you to myself 
I didn't want you around 
Those pretty faces always made you 
Stand out in a crowd 
But someone picked you from

the crowd
Gave my heart away once he really treated me foul
Married to the money now I recited my vows
Living single as a Pringle while I stack my dough
But

care how you feel

You can keep sellin bullshit because no one gonna buy it
Puttin on a show but the crowd is super quiet
This shit was all good just

down
But I know my nigga proud when he see me rocking crowds
These diamonds in my chain aint shit I wanna see my niggas smile
Eleven Nine Fifteen aint

mich breit
Nein kein Unterschied crowd ist heiss
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