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at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van

Letting you go, I’ll never regret
Holding on, was to take step back
Slipping to through my fingers, I was fuckin blessed
Say goodbye to myself, I will never

say calm down
I'll give you everything, we dey run town
Old soldier never die
Even the going become tougher he can fly
Fly la-ba la-ba for your love

your shit, don’t be a dick bro
Don’t mess with the finch, i’ll throw you off a cliff
Go buy a nice coffin, body bags will have you zipped
You peaked

beats
If you ain't rooting for me you a hater trynna compete
It get hot Miami, pistols blamming, waving the heat
You can't fuck wit dat boy bando they say

Said I been smoking marijuana 
You can see it in my eyes 
I been up inside the studio since 745 
Shawty told me to come over 
I said bet I’m boutta

from a subject that you don't like,
It will haunt you for the rest of your natural life

He said, imagination is everything. It's the preview to life's

of you
Should I change my point of view
And let my feelings just come through
It's hard to say exactly when these mixed feelings began
And it definitely

was nothing real
Paralyzed by emotions, you know how I feel
Them games you playing, they was getting old
Sent from heaven, hell nah, but you was Keisha

the townsfolk say
She won't stay for the planted crops
Come Harvest, Though, She May
If you should meet a lady from Baltimore
In a fancy-lookin' ballroom gown

wow
Grand slam, I just want to go home, E.T., n**** where is my phone
One more sip, shit I might just be gone, heavens gates await, they say
But I just

(The Legend Of) Miss Baltimore Crabs

Michelle Pfeiffer

Hairspray [Collector's Edition Soundtrack]

2007

show you how your mommy dear took out the competition
Girls, go get 'em
Boys, let's rumba
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven

Those poor

stay shootin you gotta stay shootin
Throw me anything you like I'm knowing I will dodge it
It might seem crazy but I'm moving off of logic
Done so much

push up, bicycle kick (step)
Not for nothin', I'ma leave with something (something)
If not, bitch, then it's Good Will Hunting (yeah)
You ain't gotta

think they hot but I know we hotter
Niggas be fake I could tell by their posture
How you expect me to expect some shit from a nigga
Who don't wanna see me

and hit me, real gritty
Have me litty and giddy
Doesn't matter the city, we hitty
And we be rollin' in fresh as fuck
So we don't give a fuck what you say

cutting ties like machete
Truly wanted love Chete Chete 
Treason by the one I went to war with
Why you put an arrow in my breastplate
Why you can't confront

seed in you
Everything that I have fantasized has helped me see the truth
And never altered in my eyes what imma see in you
I hope I catch you by

trick i go need like 6 divas
just to cool me down
shey you dey feel me now
sharp sharp no time to waste
they say im so distinct and im sweet to taste
so

Run in your block totin'
The heat we makin it hot
Watch how it pop
Ain't throwing up hands
We throwing up Glocks
You will get knocked
Keep talking

Gotta find a way to multiply
Gotta open up ya solar eye
Now you say you wanna smoke and ride
You get nothing but my colder side
The game that I spit

president
She is the precedent 

Verse 1
Say it with me now
Yes we Kam
Yes we Kam
Yes we Kam
And we will

Get on yo' left right left right

Making strides

you
Where dirty bitches will neck you
For some liquor and a lil weed
Westside home of the hustlers
Moving at a different speeds
Better watch ya mans

're lonely and it's cold outside
Bundle up in sheets with no one to hold by your side
So you send me a warm text ask if I'm down to ride
Cause you know when