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And you can hate it
But imma still a flip lids
Throw a bitch fit
I'm not above it
And I can't help it
I'm a super fresh certified
Fulham girl
You know you

The Art of Peer Pressure

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now

Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda

Nuttie and Snap
Reekz and Blackz, you know I'm speaking facts
Sitting SATs while the man dem were squeezing straps
If you weren't rated they used to V your

look better on paper
Money talk and bullshit walk
You niggas legs are sore and I cotton mouth
I’m wipin em out ,  just got blessed by the best in

Neglecting realm the wet thorn sector, annoyed
Howling the fate that will never cared, for wallowed by bandage of panic
Were just a fool in

The Ringer

Eminem

Kamikaze

2018

garbage
The Thing ain't even orange, oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people, each and every one of y'all
If you call a fire engine

Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]

Kenny G

Faith: A Holiday Album

1999

blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you're the greatest."

"From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley"

"I

the 125 like a Vespa
God's my biggest investor
Magnitude, I'm the sick-edest vector
On a job listing, like
I cant even list my sector
You ain't had no 72

to hate, 'posed to hate, damn)

Big boy shit only, I got a plate with a whole lot on it
I'm havin' my way, right now, at the moment
She got a ass, you

Orange, is he with the bop bop?
Bloody Orange, it's all yours
Bloody Orange, Is he with the bop bop?

[Verse 1]
I wait, parlay, my brain wants you
I say,

economy
Economies are being restructured
And many jobs will be carried out by AI driven machines
The WEF predicts that by 2030, you'll own nothing

Here’s to our lasses
Here’s to the lads they adore
You can see me in my cap
You can see me in my gown
I’mma walk right out that door
Years go by like

(Gang)
By the time that hit your head piece
I'm already onto the neck one
Dont have no weapon (No)
But you best watch where your stepping (Why)
Manna Kick

your orange and blues
But yours was the truest
Love I ever had

A morning I warmly recall
See you in that kitchen with that floral printing
That

All the people
Who rush
Are you what you do
Or what you do to others?
She's sleeping under covers
Rough like a gecko
I was walking through a small

I mean...
You gotta play the cards you we're dealt right?
Instead of seeing it as a negative
I see it in a different way...
I just know...
14, With

the dirt

Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack

Euphoria, losing myself inside be view
Come with me we'll paint the sky pink, red, and blue
I'll do whatever you wanna do
Take my hand and we can

met (We met)
A day I'll never forget
Wearing that orange dress like Naranja
Spicy baby, you siracha
That ass clap, it go cha cha too
I love to dance,

ya now, do hate
Me, the real people, your fake
All you people are two-faced
But I don't have time to waste
So I'll deal with you now, do hate
Me,

on my name 
But that ain't never gon stop 
She begging for me to stay 
But hoping that ima go 
I hate when you play these games 
I'm smoking until I drop

never
If you want me hit my cell up (My cell up)
Dots and cuts, my area is fashioned
Blades could propel you
Get the hell-i out my sector (My sector

you orgasms, more than you can fathom
Think we missed the touch more than we imagined
If I saw you right now, girl, I wonder what would happen
Orange

you see
Only wanted to be, just like you
And you just turned into something
I just hate
(I just hate)
More blood spillin' on myself
More thicker heavens