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to you (Boy)

Chain look like an icicle 
She ride me, no bicycle 
Suck me up like popsicle (Yup)
Now her brain frozen (Ooo)
We don't use a Trojan (Yup)
Bee

and 3
That's my
Brother
On my
Side
That's my brother man I'm thinking about my brothers
Got my
Brothers
Yeah I got them with me
That's my brother man I'm

Mama Told Me

Kelly Rowland

Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumours

2012

can’t see
Like three blind mice, on the chase of some great cheese
And Cheddar Man say he got some great trees
Say he serve me and my nigga Three G

want the chives
Rather cheese and chives
Stop playing with lives
You gon’ feel some knives
I don’t fuck with lies
And you think I’m blind
I ain’t three

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

want to see 
Bring the kid and carry me 
Rig it with the closeness 
Hang my bones. 

Submitted by Rene 

GOING BLIND: 
And I know how it's to be

Gonaboy for real he said ebi me
Nokor3 no de3 w)h)
But niggas no go say
They know nokor3 no de3 w)h)
They won't say bro ebi so
Daa nante3 nante3
Walking by

and lie 
Final boss of the da studio grind ind

I don't need to blind side
Man let it go then bye bye
No regrets for a Skied guy

Doing up beach and Mai tai

How Did I Get Here

J. Cole

Father of 4

2019

you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by

Don't ever never ever mess around with my greens"
Especially the beans

Now listen to me, Jack
Lead Milky White to market and fetch the best price you

Makes You Blind

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor

2005

the young strung at a cost

Yes that treacherous 3 go off, go off

You don't matter
And they don't mind
And these be the things that
Makes ya blind

I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out
Rose

Mickey miss mousing the trap in the penthouse
Got me fucked up, outta luck huh
Get my bucks up, time to Buckle up
I ain't Gon stop huh, she ain't go pop

over from mice blind
Bitches mean muggin
Talk shit like Chris Rock
I'm G wit it when i'm thuggin
Un-see able click like Don
Carlos stay flossin
(Bitches

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

shoulda brought it on

[Lord 3-2]
3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya
Don't make me pull my shit and have to cap ya
With my glock, I make it go "pop," it's

the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when

VERSE 1
Don’t you hit me with no goofy shit 
Hit me with no funny shit 
I’m top 5 top 5 in my city talking lyricists, 
Now the Haters gone hate, 
Sit

niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken

Bye bye, hater, real niggas winning
The 4th of July don't
Tell me I'm independent (Nah)
I'm killing it, bro, my motive locomotive
Zero to ninety-nine

I'm flyin' and ima only go higher 
I been feelin' inspired 
A better life is only what I desire
I aspire to be the best
You feel me? On this quest 
It

me over
I can wish and
Have desires but
They don't matter
In reality

I just want
What I can't get
And I'll never have
Cause we try too hard
And we

Orlando where it's hot, so I bought me a pair of ice
They blind, can't see past all this poverty, I call 'em pair of mice
I told 'em once we was gon' make

lil kid gotta go out and bounce (Dash)
Sprite and the lean got me feeling all good I don’t even weigh by the ounce (Youngt)
I’m rolling a blunt in a 2,

one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run
'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun
They call me five to nine, and thought duh-dun, duh-dun

what's good or bad for you

I don't want to hear him tell me "no"
I'm just not into that
If you give me what I want
You and me Lost In America
There's no