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Niggaz bounce back, niggaz bounce back

Yo, this is how we do it, I keep that thang moving 
Sixtyone keys in the crib, baby here's your music 
You hear

Tonight we're gonna launch a new revolution 
One that will rock n roll your senses
And you are my test pilots
Your gonna kiss the sun and taste

the brushes / 
Vinyl got the trumpets, baby I just made adjustments/
Ain't from Hollis, Queens but I gotta run/
Rock a coliseum it's a lot of fun

blinkers (watch out)
I’m a star player and you watching from the bleachers (rock out)
We looking for your egg head hiding like it’s easter 
Yo bitch ate my

That boy’s singing
In the rain

Rocks are kind of wet 
And time seems so quiet
Around Killarney’s waist
Can’t wait to fall in love

She’s carrying a baby

I been heaven sent I know it baby 



Yea yea yea , all on my block , white all in my sock , homie with the glock , got a stash in case of the cops ,

the mood to be food
So I keep tools for snakes with creep moves
Time gon' test ya, suggest ya keep cool
Don't be a crash dummy for fast money, trust me
All

(Xenu? Is that you over there? Let me talk to you for a minute.)

Have you ever been a million miles up
Have you ever been in the mile high club
Have

catch a case and now they upstate bound / pledge no allegiance / I ain't got no belief in / son touched by a preacher / gotta sell crack to look decent /

Don't hold it in just to throw it up
I got the sun in my hands nigga imma throw it up
Would I feel alive just by cutting up

Step in the function

and millennials, just make it funky huh
I don't make the rules baby, just do what you do
Your ass is grown, this ain't high school
You danced with Bobby, Ricky, Lil

baby mama trying to rock the boat just like Aaliyah
Feed you to the wolves, was really nice to meet you
You singing to the choir, your ass thought you

This song is hot
Ayo, burning up the charts, baby
Warning (warning)
This track is hot (This track is so hot)
I mean blazing hot (Blazing hot)
So

I got paperwork for all my cases
I took an oath to the street
I'm an 80's baby
You niggas really on here in the ground
I'm at Fruitvale BART with

Load in, load out
Load in, load out
Load in, load out
 
Load in, load out
Rock a set, find a couch
Drink until it's comfortable and pass the fuck out

track pe leke
I fuck it I fuck it I fuck it
Then come in the booth

Hojata late phir apbe inn shoots pe
Culture se pyaar got shot by cupid
Rappers hai

points like last years Chiefs-Bills

Keep still, don't fuck with the frame
Nothing more, only do it for the love of the game
I mean, why you think i rock

sense right by her side
Forever could be our very own
She said she wanna rock me, baby, let's roll
Please take the wheel, I'm losing control but
I swear

It's going tick-tock
I'm like Tupac with three clocks all right by my cock
And I feel like I just smoked some rock
And I'm like Lil Yachty, cause I just

bread
Notorious Hoss call me Big Papa
Swayze ho the finesse king
I really rock it like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas some dope fiends
Hair and blow I got a dope

Right Back
You had to go throw all them obstacles
You had to see what it was like not having
Now you got a few
Belair Bottles
Rose Pink and the Baby Blue

a cheat
Send that boy to uh, Hades
I know she gon' uh, hate me
I know that shawty a uh, baby
My nigga whip in a uh, 'cedes
I'm in the clouds
Take off that

the dysfunction
I'm rushing
Towards the Most High
No Slavic
You-all evil ways make me vomit
But they love it
Fearing man and not God
Putting Satan in your veins

be geeking
You know we high as fuck
When I'm by myself i can't get high enough
Why you tripping over shit that you can't control
Ima hold it down baby