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We'll Never Stop

Rakim

The Master [Clean]

1999

Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on

CHORUS
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls in the park

cheddar, even Swiss
Don't need to take her to ruthchris
I can see clearly my AP gliss
If I shoot my shot I don't miss
Fuck u mean bitch
Pop me a perc I'm

money)
(Baby, slide by)

Don't you play with me, I wanna see you
How you gon' treat me like I'm see-through?
Five hundred thousand dollar cars when I

favorite 
She said your dick out of style like avrex 
Don't trust her so i smash her with laytex 
I ain't the one for the beef ish
Fuk around turn it to some

face off
It`s funny how deez fall in love with deez hoes mane
Pay dey bills, takem out and buy deez hoes some clothes mane
Then he mad when he see her in

do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'

It's all by choice, not

You don't even ball mane

Ride the coupe, yeah the rafe
Bad bitch, had to put it in her face
New clip, incase you try me imma pack the 38
Who's this?

and 
I don't want love cause the drugs do me better 
Fucked her last night but I just swore I met her and 
She wanna cum all on my gucci sweater

loosey
Still don't suit me, fucked up move me
Safe place, gucci, nah, I'm gucci
They don't really see its a murder, a top earner
The last train to pass,

it)
By sixteen, I was pimping, fucking bitches back to back (let's get it)
Ben was with me in the trap, told me, "Rap and don't look back" 
(Let's

deehs got racks like my gang
No these lil niggas don't got it like I.
We can tell he a fed by the look in the Eye
We untoppable bitch, Shoutout to lil

Lay Back

Robin Thicke

Deeper Than Rap

2009

to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money,

I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I

Got Your Back

T.I.

R&B Lovesongs 2011

2011

back, boy
(you got my back right?)

Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'

bag beside her
and your girl said you aint ready for me
I'm in love so mommy got me singing Tina Marie
How you bom in giovanni she in gucci and prada

Getting lost in it old Gucci Mane 
Sauce dripping on my T-shirt 
We be running thru the napkins 
We be running out the fastest 
Eezy sauce say what's

tell me
Who can you trust
But the one almighty

Some trust their mom some trust their pops
But didn't Marvin Gaye get shot by his pops
Even my pop got

of squares
Still she steals their glances
Their judgments
So they slice away her corners
Shrink her world some more
Lower the sky
And tell her she don't own it

Grooveline, Pt. 1

ScHoolboy Q

Habits & Contradictions

2012

the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)

A 5'3" stallion
Daddy was from Harlem, Her momma was Italian
I don't see the challenge

to get the pape' tag
Wit' a bitch who say she the realest but she got fake ass (but her ass fake)
I pop all these Percs, when I don't it'll make my day

I will keep her by my side but her some chocolate
Fati Fatimatu yar baba
Let me take you anywhere take you to my mama
Take you to my mama

Trust me I

they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain't

Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
(She's a light skin, yellow bone)
(She's a light skin, yellow bone)
I want you bad but I don't need you
I been focused

Cause I don't trust the bro, no
I don't trust a hoe, no
Only things I trust is music and my fucking flow, oh
I don't trust the blow, no
I don't trust