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Rock the Bells

LL Cool J

Legends, Vol. 5

2007

girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator

the block
Hit the booth
Hit the J
M.I.A

My meat in her buns
Smoking weed by the tongue
DMV we 'bout to run, yeah, yeah
I'm an ass man
Like Billy Gunn, yeah,

j’ai la tête ailleurs


J’me rappelle du 1er jour où j’ai roulé un pilon
1er sandwich depuis j’ai du en bouffer un million
Effriter l’by c’est mon péché

dose, t'es comme un moustique
T'as pas vu mon potentiel ça te prends du Lazik
J'fume le smart weed high up dans ma spire
En pleine crise d'ergotisme
Le

I was a high grader till I was 16
Reality undressed like stop sign on mr bean
Crack j double e then rap for equality
Mcqs tricky boards f me and I

Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary,

wanna get hit by this light keep your distance
This is not just global I got my vibe out the cosmos
Racks like we just came from Costcos
She said she

Pulling out the parking lot
Taking something
Home for the night
Niggas know I chop a lot
Gimme some mo weed to ignite

My mans hit my line
Like J

Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by

I just wanna smoke a little weed

Open up the pumps on the block
Capi-cu when the domino drops
We smoking weed and I don't see no cops
It's just another summer day on the block
Open

early 
But baby the weed's calling 
So wrap up a sheet on it 
And fall back asleep on me 
It's Sunday morning 

And I just wanna de-stress 
It's nearly

#LHOMMEAUBOB

Migos

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

ces rappeuses, rien qu'elles galopent
J'vais pas m'inventer un vécu d'voyou pour leur plaire
Trust me nigga, sellin' weed everyday dans la caserne

and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go

landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me

white as fuck like porcelain
Only smokin crunchy weed breakin like corn chips
Chillin the back with the baggies lure whores in
Peelin off in a whip it's

Hollywood weed all up in my cigar
Ashing all in between cars, racing the moon
Hope I dont get stopped by the squad
I've been traveling way too long
Easily

And she got titties 
U not in my bracket 
U can not hang wit me 
Please don't be dumb 
Do not act silly 
She popping her pussy like that shit a wheelie 
It

Too many hoes just ain't in my bracket
Im with some slimes they all like whats bracking
Get you hung by your neck like a jacket
N*ggas wear fitteds

a rebel livin' free
March Madness, bust your brackets, shot straight at your head
Are You Me, the team, wait 'til we cut down the next
Smokin' OG cuz they

and some good friends
Rolling up some weed
She saying that my anger always
Gets the best of me
"You're just covering the symptoms
You're not curing

ain't ripped up (Ooh, when's the last rhyme I ain't ripped)
Got in my cream and I whipped up (Whip)
Surrounded by team, I ain't switched up (Nope)

psycho
Jesus Christ, weed and liquor got me crossed up, I'm so wavy and your man so washed up
Nick Rose bitch, you could put it on a jersey, Outoftune but

exploration
Quite encouraging
People still call me hue
Now I'm out in hue
Came a long way
From tre 9
In the lil room
Ac booming
Weed fumes
Plotting major moves

room
And have some bruises
My brews hit best when I'm induced in grey goose

And moving up gears like I'm moving up seeds
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