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to slappin harder
Not by your favorite rapper, producer, not even Shawn Carter
Has touched it. Though many have tried
And it bangs, as long as you are alive

bounce, and she shake it up
Get down, then she take it up
Hey now, uh lemme fill your cup
Ay ay bottoms up, zastrovya
Then bounce

[verse 3]
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Viewing lyrics for Mic Rob ~ Neva Dat Feat. MAjor by MiC RoB. 

STARVING? 
NOPE NEVA DAT

a day
How you gonna make a stand today
Tell me how you gonna make a difference 
I gave you all
A 3 year head start
It really ain’t make a difference

around fickle her fanny
See I ain’t doing them fairly
Nobody come near me
They be in cahoots with you really
And seeing you wouldn’t hear me
By choosing

there's
No convincin' him what more could you ask
For? The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he
Is three

to the game
In the pocket of their Gucci three-piece, Yeah

Put that shit on my CV, feelin' like a wise old ape, Rafiki

So much weed in a supreme sock, that

This is not a test
This is your emergency broadcast system
Announcing the commencement of
The Annual Purge
Sanctioned by the US government
Weapons

can't hang with lame-ass niggas, cause that's never what I do
I can only be number one, I can't be no three or two
If you be with me for a minute, you

was stuck inside
With no love no fun in sight now I
Now I got three biddies on my line
Now I'm out, double fistin', got a Henny in my right
In my left,

of the alley way
My takings by my side
I put these things in the same damn drawer
Since 1965
I turn left 
Instead of right

The silence of the waiting room

TRYNA TOP THE GAME
SO I NEED SEVEN RINGS
(CHA-CHING)
I AINT TRYNA STOP THERE 
WHATS THREE MOE?
(WOOH)
I BEEN HITTING HALF COURT 
WITH MY EYES CLOSED
(Like

shit bought by c notes 
I’m the great Bambino how I do should be illegal 

Found a plug & he blessed me, now I’m fuckin wit grams
I got a shorty down

not talking Bruce
But it's a guarantee
The money's calling me
So I pick up my phone
And multiply by three
I'm always in my zone
And all of mine I own

Letters by Bullet Brak


HOOK:
I pray the wind will carry me home / hopefully when I’m dead and I’m gone / please carry me home /
I pray the wind

fucking with you
She just mad that you fucking with me
I'm Cartier Carter I'm deep in her water
Get drunk and we fucking til 3
She know that she bad, can

in a gang
28,27,26 mothafucker wtf are you in
God damn are you stupid
Nigga fell in love with the game like the arrow got shot by cupid
His a project

location
I got same shit different locations
Yams world spreading through nation
I got 3 bitches all in rotation
Love me cause of my cadence
Dazzino there’s

at the time u belling me
3 For a one-r please link me by the double tree
Money is money what u telling me
Swimming in these deep waters different ways to get

focused on the moment, never blinded by the timing
Under these eyelids, focused on silence
Digging for diamonds 
Pulling the string on the ball of all your

Ghost

Darling Parade

Battle Scars and Broken Hearts

2013

Another long night with you here
Held together by a thread
And nothing really matters since you've been gone
Still hear the last three words you

I'll always be the crème de la crème
Don't need reassurance from friends
Already know what I've been getting in
For three years I've been on edge
Learned

on the set when I scorch the beat
Gang in this bitch and holdin 3
Strap to the T like soldiers be
Pull up wit a Mac like hold it freeze
Leave a nigga stuff

fucked
In this election by Putin
So if you trans
Yell fuck this shit
They want a Muslim ban?
No fuck that shit
Say woman's equal to man
You better pay that