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fucking all this up 
Running on these blocks scaring niggas sons 
I'm not in that timing robbin niggas you a bum 
Nigga get a life if you don't then you gon

Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb

Tell a bad one shake that Bum Bum
Pulled up in a trenchcoat niggas Say I'm

(Fuck outta here)
One Ruger, son's a shooter
None truer, the bum-chewer (Uh)
Lines and hooks reel in tuna
Shines are booked
Lives are took, you die sooner

Child's Play

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele Instrumentals

2000

Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like

Slang Blade

Binary Star

Masters of the Universe

Playing me for jolly, that's a dead man's folly
Or crippled probably
On the good ship, get popped for acting lolly
By the son of Bobby, bro how you like

none
Ayy, niggas really ain't monsters, they run

Ayy, turn a bully a bitch, he a bum
Ayy, the stick sit him down, get your son
Ayy, the stick sit him

yo, yo, yo)

Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn
Blam, blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn
From dusk 'til dawn (uh), night time belongs

youth
Outside wit the bums

Why they hating on me now?
Why they hating by the crowd?
Why they proud about it?
Why they talk about it?
To feel some way

a blunt, a son
Of a life of hustle getting by
With some of the running gun
Is it best to be a crumb
My ex says he’s a bum
Lashing out in violence whenever my

time
I got bricks for sale, Let's go fellas
I'll pay you by the hour, I shouldn't be standing here

Money, power, then you get the women
A Hundred,

out the same slum (Yeah)
Fabricated you all made up
Vindicated by the same bums
That spit on ya name, cuz you ain't got no
Money Mitch, which will you

11th Street Boogie

Hurriganes

Scandia Years 1977-1984

2007

a watch , so I ain't got the time
Hey good looking like your style
But no dice son , she walks on by
Need some money , needs some wheels
Make a dollar ,

You'll come around
You'll come around
You'll bum around
You'll bum around
Throw my noodle in the pool
Got me breaking all the rules
In the deep end
And I

the way they act like my sons
Oh, they kinda cute, can we take em home
I wouldn't raise these bums
You see me, on a screen
So familiar, but you ain't, seen

Listen...

Man of my dreams I think I've seen him
Passing by me on God's green earth
Got me feeling like I need him
Got me feeling like

Boing, Boing

RZA

World According To Rza

2003

You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up

To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot

Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot

Bryan Out them chains!
I don't fuck with no bums 
Still living with they mums
I don't fuck with no fake flexers
Only money go ghettas
You should now by

the first one to think to bum a ride?
Jump the line
I think you jumped the gun, son

Tell you what, we can talk about it after you help me, alright?

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope harlem will

Shawty wanna fuck I tell her come thru
Man got her mad what that bum do
We bout to do some things we can't undo
Then I never call back more she

Yeah
Bum, bum, bum
Yeah, look
I see the snakes
Wait, let's go, ay

Tilt the teeter-totter
Seek the father
Demon slaughter
Read the proverbs
He

Filipina blonde hair thick bum motivated, educated and she likes to have fun I just hit the jack pot, and yea I'm talking funds if never I met you I probably

to be alone
(We mixing wine)
When your down bad
Suddenly they calling you a bum
You're way too smart
To act like you dumb
If you get a little money
Boy

Yeah this victory it taste so sweet like Cinna bun
If you ain't got the ninja skin you a fucking bum
My Fall Guys stats more important than my first son