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still, way still

By the wayside
By the wayside
Oh, oh
By the wayside
By the wayside
Oh, oh
Oh oh

Silver tooth depression
Got no gold I’m out here flexin’

the antics like I'm not gon sleep em
Call me Andrew Tate, I ditched the matrix and I got a bag
Foos tryna hate, cause they basic and ain't got no swag
Took

tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha God
And Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute, the Lord and the God hate me
Jesus

we go for miles
Got to see my family a lot
even my aunt too
Me and my homie got through some shit
Shoutout Andrew
We chillin and vibin
My studio STILL

that a record gonna boom and then I'm gone
(Alright you ain't even ready)
Let me preface by saying I'm not tryna be the blueprint for any type of music

and telly
You've changed, Katy Perry
Used to be irritating but lately you're very
Whereas me
I'm the same as I was as a teenager
But with a way bigger belly

Riding With Private Malone

David Ball

Amigo

2001

a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country

And now I'm twinnin' with'em in His image
Now I'm litty like a pot of gold
Glory shinin' through me woah
Litty like a pot of gold
Glory shinin' through

Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn

most bros like Orocho?
Work been coming by the boatload
Please don't get caught by photos
I get caught? That's a no no
All my women painted murals
Me not

Polkarama!: The Chicken Dance/Let's Get It Started/Take Me Out/Beverly

Weird Al Yankovic

Straight Outta Lynwood

2006

indeed)
Oh she's a gold digga way over town (way over town)
That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now I aint sayin she's a gold digger
But she aint messin wit' no

I'm in need)
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed (friend indeed)
Oh she's a gold digga way over town (way over town)
That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now I

Grand Larceny

Ice-T

Power

1988

a beat, give me a stage to stand on
I know that none y'all ever planned on
A dude from L.A. who could rock shit this way
Have his record go gold, with no

Person Unknown
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss

Well Saturday night's a lonely sound
When you're running your hands through the lost and found

gyal to (ye ye)
Me rich gyal from st. andrew
A show me some tricks weh her friend can do
Say she deal with it like she got ten tonsil (ye? ye!)
Me gyal

a gold digger
ditch kicker
Show her the yard work
The Lawn mowers
Leaf blowers
Now thats Menards work
Week of terror the third
Oh it ain't over til it's

Diamonds and emerald pearls, silver and gold
Roll in a Beamer, Mazaratti, a Ferrari
A Rolls
Benjamins in multiples of tens in rolls
Persian rugs

at the changed me
Wanting to finally be a bad guy, and let the soft me die, but that's a lifestyle I can get by
With, and now I'm feeling nothing but conflict
I

have a kid
You said the love is there, well can you show for me
They love talking down always rolling over me
You forever my lady not talking Jodeci
We

gave me this
I'm getting paid to spit, I sell out shows in the UK, then go Australia and do the same again
Come back and then I baby sit the game
I

I got it spillin' on the floor
She blinded by the ice now she can't see no more
Yeah I'm a big talker but I got a lot to show
Call me by my first name

The Clock Is Tickin'

Salt-N-Pepa

Brand New

1997

God'll make the way, hey
Don't teach your son to grow up and beat girls
You gotta show your daughter there's better in this world
Than this, worth

like the 808
All i do is mind my business
Andrew how i Wigg on niggas
Playin with GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers
Depression got me

a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned