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You, you, you,
You hear exactly what I'm sayin
But can you hear my heart?
You see the face that I'm makin'
But can you see the other part (of me

by the rain
cnd the thunder and the wind and the waves!

Feet don't fail me now
Don't fail me now
Don't fail me now
Standing out there
High

well now you know
And if you wanna play around, we sending shoots straight through your throat
I might appear like Kevin Hart, but bitch, don't take me

get by

Im just sayin

Hit me on the line park it let slide

Im just sayin

You been on my mind aint no question

Im just sayin

Coming with the shine

you've never given me
Your safe unbreakable everything underneath
Your mind is controlled by desire
Your heart is a beautiful mire
Can only gather what I

Emotions high, and I'll pour it again
I scored one time, and I'll score it again
My life has hope, I'm restorin' again
Oh, now that I'm open, you feelin' me

that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey

Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for

Rose Gold
You Can Catch Mepowin 4's In Da Club Wit My Homie
Hoes Pullin On A Nigga Like He Kobe Damn

Fresh Cut Shined Up Bones, (Shine Em Up)
Throw

dry up
Like the river water, can't even take a dip now
You and me will stare out into the abyss then sit down
And listen cause you gotta start now

See if we can last, i'm showing you off yea
Know i'll bring you out into the town to see the glow
IV will be the man to beat it, darling you know
See

Why don't you 
Shut my mouth (Lemme kiss you)
Why don't you 
Kiss me now (Bite down baby)
Why don't you 
Bite down hard (Girl you get me so hard)
Why

You coulda been the one
Every story has another side
Don't know the truth until you hear the lie
Can't see the real until you see the fake
Won't feel

and you on this table
Taking more bout me and you
Allow me to spoil you boo
Yo eyes can tell what you've been thru
Like you've been hurt by some fool
Let

What a Feeling

Paul Wall

Collie Buddz

2007

around my body free fallin'
Ohh, what a feelin', yeah, yeah
Anytime you not around, me hear your body callin'

Sweet, sweet conversation, takin' it

know, but these niggas lurking
She said she really want a bag now is that Fendi, Birkin?
Who be popping, you'd swear that shit is me, but I'm study

Yeah
Listening to music in the living room
I put a playlist on
And watched you rush to skip a song
Because it triggered you
Damn
Now these things

comfortable in your own skin
I rap my ass off, fighting the champ with a glass jaw
at the Garden or Nassau
See me, couple hood niggas behind stars
I hear you

that nobody even cares or wants to see?
But the class is in session
Now you don't gotta listen to hear me

This a "never bring a weapon to the lesson"

a 12-gauge shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You want to rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust

you take a couple dollars off
Then I'll sell 'em all it's the big dogs
You can tell by the watches
And how we don't stress when we take losses
Yeah,

think I learned
This shit in class
I was with my niggas dividin'
Now I'm learnin' to conquer
I been a monster
They can't keep me quiet
Hop up in the 4x4

die, I can hear you lie
Now I can't hear you breathe, oh shit this is reality

This is the blood screen
The blood screen
This is the blood screen

know and don't have it here then this body ain't nothing but a big fat blob. You hear me or do you hear me? With this mind we can make the hand so

Gimme Dat Micraphone

Das EFX

Straight Up Sewaside

1993

you know, that I'ma follow you wit the drama
Slice em, dice em, and ice that ass like Jeffrey Dahmer

[Chorus: x4]

Tick tock, can I slide that