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the field nigga move like Hopkins²⁰

Stood ten toes and I seen that it bothered them²¹

Spilling emotions but I never bottled them²²

Run with my flow just

why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With

Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock', Y-3, newest

and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)

Made it clear like a squeegee

no checks to send her 
She ain't never got the credit, we got no AmEx to lend her 

Lil bitch can't fuck with me, so I gotta yell-out to Bodak
Presi

a rocket
Forever Faded we rockin
Real shit we got it
Trill shit we got it
Bout a dollar all profit
Catchin blessings like Hopkins
Clubber Lang on Rocky
With

with a sword swingin'
'Cause I’m the livin' spirit who let you feel the chillin' 
By the cold temperature, I torture ya till your torso's splittin' 
This

This your boy Wiz Khalifa man
And I'm a talk my shit, yeah, bitch
I hope ya'll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now,
And if not, get used to it

The man right 'chea

I'm comin' straight for your throat, like a coyote on a goat
Note by note, you sweat me like a ho be no, you ho
Cannot find

Here I Go

Mystikal

Mind of Mystikal

1996

The man right 'chea

I'm comin' straight for your throat, like a coyote on a goat
Note by note, you sweat me like a ho be no, you ho
Cannot find

G-O-D, nigga, no, we don't fuck with you bitch-ass niggas
Keep your distance, nigga (L-Finguz, L-Finguz)
Fifty feet, nigga, gimme fifty feet, nigga

Give it to me 
  One more time let’s party like it’s 1999
 Bring me Champagne bottles to the      VIP with Rye  Timmy come on show me what you got
Give

copping pleas
Not artists who have ménages with strippers from MTV
Told her give it a year Performing this Hustle my Destiny
Well, just sit back & let your

Banjo [Bonus Track]

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album [Deluxe] [Clean]

2015

it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
'Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your

Have Been So, So Good
With Every Breath That I Am Able
Oh, I Will Sing Of The Goodness Of God
Your Goodness Is Running After
It's Running After Me
Your

Make Me An Ingrate)


Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole Se’ Un Gbogbo
(Only Your Power,

bears
Heavy stares for niggas who chasin'
Numbers that I already cleared
I'm already here, i took over a game they
Shouldn’t have let me near
And I been

Cold Wit It

Fiend

Who U Wit?

1999

and approved
Born not to lose
'Till you play wit me, don't talk
Then get your own shoes

I'm cold wit it, I'm cold wit it
Throw it against the glass

own, fuck permission,
Lethal weapon with extensions
Needle in a stack of hay, late nights, my time of day
Box him up, cash his play, let it say my salad

Let me kiss your feet and your forehead too

(One big mob is)

guiding light
With just one touch, you ignite the flame inside
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm broken and shattered, you make it right
With your

Underneath the covers hides the underworld you struggle to see like it's still under siege by too many enemies
Losing your memory
Screwing me mentally
Brutal

you Cass
But I Think You Trash
& I'll Spank that Ass
You Ain't Fuckin' With Me
You Wouldn't Even Rap Like that If
It wasn't For Me! WOW!
I've Been Have

the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready,