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on the island bad bitches 

in here by vibin, come in this bitch looking flyer I’m bout to hire 

one of these bitches with body yadi yadi yadi, chopper Karate

Yeah! You got more trouble
Than you can handle, honey!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
How are you gonna scrape on by?
I do believe that there are

to leave omo(omo)
Shey na me you want to kill omo (omo)
You already know the drill omo(omo)
It’s many girls that I see
 But your bum bum bigger omo
Your bum

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

a glove
He only call you when he need you he a bum
These niggas ain't doing what I does
Break bread with the niggas that I love
Me and trap Yeah we fit like

Believe In Me

Kevin Gates

Murder for Hire II

2016

Winner Ron, rubberband bringing
Bread Winner Films, Imma shoot ya
Shot by Spencer on the roof
AMG, big body coupe
Passing through the ghetto, they

Jingle Bells [(with Orchestra) Christmas Is Here!]

Pentatonix

Christmas is Here!

2018

Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey

acting like That  cuz this friend run dolo never expect a Request I guess
They wanna be put on by the superstar
Living all hard getting bread driven cars

of me
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality
Bum, buh duh dum. Bah da dum
Bah da dum bum bah dah dah dum
Buh duh dum. Bah da dum
Bah

She's the apple of my eye
She's impossible I'm told
I just can't wait for the time to pass me by
So together we can grow old
She's the apple of my

I ain’t ever cared what they said
If it ain’t the bread say less
I been all about a paycheck
With the kind of style that break necks
Came from

for us imma show you to share
Rock a show for the bread triple dog me a dare
Fuck corona modelo my motherfucking beer
That's a diss to a virus that rang

the black
The son of a immigrant, of course I'm gettin bread
A bum to a businessman, of course I'm not upset
And I'm my only obstacle, nobody else a threat

I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I fuck a lotta hoes too, yeah
I ain't fuck with you lame ass
Goofy ass, broke ass bums, hell no!

Bad Boy

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'

ignore it early mornin get the bread/(aye)get the bread, early morning get the bread——/get the bread, early mornin get the bread/(aye)get the bread, early

Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey

We getting money n*gga
We getting bread
We getting bands
We dropping cash
Make em walk it out
We don't do drive bys
But we do walk downs
We in our

the same, only want one thing
But by any means, don't expect anything
Maybe you could get with me, text with me, maybe even text with me
That don't

the white boy's Pa and the Indian fell a'bleeding
In the grass by the creek in the late summer heat until his heartbeat stopped its beating

Now, hear the rum

throwed off ever since I was a toddler
Baptized by fire
But that was after the water
Holy Spirit take the lead

Bum bum bum bum bum bum

Oh Father can you

These boys broke as fuck their exes calling them a bum
This nigga think he tuff that boy a dweeb with a gun
I went telfar bag you probably copped

our Friday afternoons
And lately I've been missing you, yeah

(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)
(Bum, bum, bum, ba da bum, bum dum dum)

Summer

from you stupid mouth
Hating on my grind, but I ain't bothered by what you talk about
See me on my shine, don't you say nun when I'm up and out
Crabs in