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on the floor
See I've been drowning in a life without no passion
Coping with this drink and I know it's tragic
I wanna feel real life
I want some real kisses,

light's bright
We're Thunder Kissin' Live
Down 1965
Top speed's no more
It's time to hit the floor
Put the pedal to the metal
And give me some more
'Cause

don't care
Overtime inna trap got me a failure to appear
Say my name three times I'll appear
Traumatized by death I can't hear
Nominated me king

my twin, I'ma dump it regardless

308s to his back, now he on the floor crawlin
I can tell he a bitch by the way that he talkin
I get on any beat like

a stick up, yeah, niggas all already know

Ha, nigga, Im getting to tha doe Ha, niggas, they get on the floor
Ha, nigga, run, & get the door

If shit hit

playin I call them fans though
You and me can we both hit the dance floor
Kill this lil beat call it summer anthem

I'm tryna write life in these pages

I returned with bullets rainin on
Erybody hit the floor
Erybody hit the floor
Got this bitch on fire cause the heater all up in my draws
I got

to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased off by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the GOAT
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot

Motherless Child

Raekwon

Ironman

1996

robbing him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half

Motherless Child

Raekwon

Ironman

1996

robbing him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half

the thought I fashion
And I'm militant like x, to the core
Another bomb might drop if this tape, hit the floor
And tell trump I'm finna drop some more
And go

Kobe, mixed with Ginobili
When this hit the net, bet your clique gon' know me
Grind by my lonely
Pocketful of homies
All of them dead
Got me feeling like

hit the door
Won't go back broke know this money shit on the floor
Hit the line like what you need serving turkey bags for the low
Might kick yo door

stop 'til you hit cloud nine

Doors open at floor nine
Get my head out of the clouds
Gotta fix my tie
Business casual somehow
Shuffling their feet
Could

wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state

Yea, I prayed for a blessing, it hit, got a double
Ain't never lacking, God flexing His muscle
No big body Benz, we just moving real subtle
Got

because they suffer from anxiety

But what about the ones that are murdered by the cops, like Sarah Everard was, but whens it going to stop? 

People say

It's Elementary
Clement made this beat
Let me start off just by saying this a real true story (That's a fact)
About a nigga named Randy when he got

it's okay I'll accept that
But she wrote down her number said "baby boy take that"
And I swear that she's gorgeous
My jaw hits the floor
Every time that

the score
Got the bad girls 
Heating up the floor
Shake so much
They say they sore
Turnt by the bar and the liquor pour
Drank in my cup 
Get lit like Thor

The latter never is
Better hit me my on phone
If you wanna handle biz
Handle biz
Said it be mainey
Like a baby off an opi
Everybody live by a choice
Like they

like her line tracker
Her line tracker
We sat down in her 2 seater
Blastin' my songs, 2 liters
On the floor, by 2 heaters
She picked me off like Marcus

You just wanna stunt, but baby I ain't like you.  
When that money talking ain't no telling what you might do. 
Benjie's hit the tables would you let

reload quick
Cause I never miss my target
I'm all about making hits
And nah I don't need no clique
I roll on my own just like John Wick
Yoooo right about