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me attack
Met this hoe at the club
She was all on my clothes
Baby, don't leave me alone
Like, Margiela's on my feet
If you want me you can hit me

than be a crash dummy
Moonlight Mob, we the new Cash Money
Silent Hill, we walking with zombies
When I die, play them violins
Shit is only fun when you

This king be spitting that's why my tooth got a damn crown
You ain't fuckin with mе like ig videos flagged down
Bitch we litty in the a by magic city you

up
Said I can take you high if you a smoker
Solar my style so vulgar
So baby is you down or what
It’s the smokers club you should
Get down with us

Dopeman Dreams

Young Jeezy

Big Bossin, Vol. 2

2018

at the do'
Granny like control that
Mane on my line with a sale
Like where the O's at?
Bad news I only got 2 left
Had ten but those other 8 O's just left

the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by

Up To Me

Bob Dylan

Blood on the Tapes

1997

was up to me

Now I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club
I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub
So

your brain
That only leave one thing left behind to remain
Right now,
Life can only equal what you believe in
Right now,
I know a nigga that'll shoot

It's the G Funk Flava, baby
West-west y'all

It's the G Funk Flava
You wanna down with us (down with us)
It's the G Funk Flava
One and only
It's

Death By A Thousand Cuts

Taylor Swift

Lover

2019

goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look

How did you get it how did you get it
Mondo fresh

After this they just I realize I'm
That nigga you ain't hotter than
Busting traps right there in

Private Party

Cuban Link

Chain Reaction

2005

shake it till you cramp up,
do ya damn stuff, get your body banged up,
if you freaky sweety, you can get the handcuffs,
all the wankstas in the club

can take it up
Yeah nigga, I got my semi tucked, I don't really want you to play with us, my niggas only Like playin' rough
My brother told me to run it

Minute Man

Harlem World

Movement

1999

the ones who want to get you for your dough 
want to be a (ow)? Be a (ow), on the low 
[Loon] 
Yo, it's only right that you hold me tight 
Even though we

lose it just to get our views lucid
Every other day these niggas want a new exclusive
Should I be in the mix more? Maybe I'm too secluded
Do you think

attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or

Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed

aye, you not my fam, you not my kin
Aye, I'm tryna' see a nigga's fail state, Mario Kart, niggas' twelfth place
Go and selfie by a hellscape, your girl

boys off
Riding with the straight stuntin
Texas why the clubs and
The traps straight jumpin
Don't make sence, if it don't make money
If you niggas got

Fucked around and did this shit all by myself Independent, you can't put me on no shelf
Nah, I booked all these sessions myself
Ain't ask for help I've

I'm the funner,
Day runner,
All Summer, dressed in all black,
Or I mix that,
Mix matched, flashing flagrant i might pull up with the fuchsia 
She

lil plans
That nana got power like Lala
She only want ballers
Addicted to Prada
I work my magic like tada
Get her to the bed
We do the lambada
She

up the youth this shit for ransom
You hide your hand, block it like and one
This ain't the tape, mix up your answer
We gon roll on nigga, even if he in

We just walked up inna club
Shawty fuckin with the crew but baby tell us who you love
I went mentally insane I'm mixin' sex up with the drugs
Ain't

Too much His-His when we say goodbye
Cross my hear-heart , hope that when i die
Is it you baby-by
Only you, baby-by
Yeah, we got
Way too much history