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Wicked Ways [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face

that
This a high diff boxing match
And when this one hit lands we redesign the plans
Piece by piece the stands, loaded with creeps or fans
I am

a U-haul truck up
Put the high beams on
Drive up on the curb at a barbecue and hop out the back like what's up
Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga,

Break It All Down Together Roll It All Up Together
So High That I Touch The Sky 
Chinky Eyes When I Ride By 
Always Got A Cloud Around Me 
So It Ain't Too

by Nike but I got a check
Im a star so I shine I ain't gotta flex
Put my momma on a hill with a private jet
Ice out my sister ima put some diamonds

high by myself bitch I'm solitary
Picking off the plug yea I feel like Eric Berry
Yea I got the beef like it came with rosemary
Had to leave you all

down just like Jay Sean
So like Joc said you know it's goin' down
Let me get you out of here out of this town
Out of this year and out of that gown girl

when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's

when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's

Is it John? Is it Sean?
What's the name here that belongs?
No I didn't forget
But were not ready yet!
So come on and sing along!
Wait.. the name is

to your men in the morgue
I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn'
Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul
Beef with New York rappers, I'm

(No, keep it to yourself)
Couldn't be bothered by all the demons flocking
Heat of the night and the black jay was mocking
Alice is a bad bitch, Alice is

the force like Obi-Wan, and then I pass it on
When my yiy change, I'm in control like Sean Don, K and Jay
Okay, okay

Kush kronikles, these my Kush kronikles

We Gon' Make It

Diddy

Press Play

2006

motherfuckers necks
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em

As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin' low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Hard top

part of me
Alarmingly they said they inspired by the heart in me
Moving round the police cause the president can't pardon me
So pardon me I just need

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from

you do so well? That, yeah, teach them
One thing I admire is how this guy always ends it on a high note
Thanks, Sean, thanks a lot

sing along
But this right here my them song
So let'em know my mic is on

First class is hard to come by
Yeah
Got these haters tongue tied
Now they ask

and put him in a box like I’m Roddy Ricch
They tell me K Jay you fire you spit I’m smoking these cookies I’m high as a bitch
I’m smoking these cookies I’m

high as soul plane
I got the juice like q on the rooftop
All my niggas gang related like they Tupac
In too deep like Jay with the oowop
New jack like

World Tour

Jazmine Sullivan

World Tour [Explicit]

2009

feature at night 
A quarter-pound of sand in my un-released Nike's 
Amsterdam high, smoke it all by tonight
Nigga you ain't know about the life 
When

now (right now)
Way before the stage I was on right now
Is you down right now? Jay Sean right now?
Pockets getting fat, Rick Ross right now
Headed

I'm so hot
I walk by, and I give you hoes a fever
Damn that's hot, yeah that's me
Shittin' on you hoes metaphorically
And lyrically, bitch take a seat

Big Fu-un-u-un!

(jay)

walked on by
nearly touched the sky
i never thought it'd be so fu-un

(frankie)

People told me it was too much to get
dancing