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Aye Rj turn this shit up
Bitch it's Clay Raw on the track
Got a freak at the crib and I'm breaking her back
Bitch it's clay raw in your house

Ayy, uh
I'm in a Jeep, but it's a Track'
Lookin' for lean, she call it crack
My baby lean, walk on my back
Find a way to leave me
By myself,

three, move it, whoo
Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
I'm bout to just go lose it, uh
Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
And now I'm

that baby no
Baby yo no don't leave
So I'll let that baby know

Hold me back, I hold a track
I hold em by the pack
Hoping that I hold em back
They won't

like a movie that I'd seen before, it felt so real

So the other night I woke up at three in the morning, and I'm laying their, soaking wet, sweat, you

Seen before
It felt so real
So the other night I woke up at 3 in The morning
And I'm laying down soaking wet

Swag, you ever do that
Soaking wet, my

the sea
We count it like 1, 2, 3

It's a cold world to see
I feel like nobody believes in me
Lately I been trapped in all this jealousy
Surrounded by

by singing and hitting her with à glance
I can make a bcbg shake it on a hip hop track
Then hit it and hit and make her look back

I can take a 3

I Don't Dwank

Die Antwoord

Donker Mag

2014

bumping this track
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)
You stupid
You stupid mothafucka'

the rack suit, Hazmat
Suitcase full of brass tacks
Job interview might coulda had a laugh track
Must've smelled a rat, or the Gorilla Glue
Cheap shoes
Either

feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this

Right Back [Remix]

Khalid

So Fresh: The Hits of Spring 2019

2019

Ooh

Watch, now they richer
It's a million plus three reasons I lied
I could admit it
And I just don't want you to waste my time
'Cause I'm

tracks)
Tried to bite my shit, but yo' shit still fuckin' suck (ha)
Not one, not two, not even three, I don't give four fucks
Holy shit, a Pink Reid song

Yall need a team
This is all me
All me
All me
I'm just one person 
Doing for three
For three
For three
Producing every kick snare 
And hi hat

This How We Eat

Too Short

Chase the Cat [Clean]

2001

the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some

did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those

long, lost john.

Lost john standing by the railroad track
a-waitin' for the freight train to come back.
The freight train come back but never made a stop

Announcement

The Kinks

Preservation: Act 2

1974

Announcement 1 (track 1) 

"It has been rumored that a new People's Army has been formed by a certain 
'Commander Black'. A few minor incidents

close by
More life I say
Yo
All ah who count we out
Shoulda count from 4, 3, 2, 1!
Nah mean?
Struggle years for a couple years
But I 4, 3, 2 won!
Nah

don't come back here no more
Don't come back, don't come back
I fell for you one time, two times, three and now I'm losing track
Don't come back, don't

I got my city on the snap
Got the team on my back
I been tripping on this track
I need 3 hunnid racks
Ima take it
All the way?
All the way
Run it

they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I

But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups
I got your

diamante, Papi
World World 3, CNN history
By the powers of God that's invested in me
Since ninety-three, locked up, I did three
Got eighty-five percent