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the machismo
Who wasn't loved by his mother, treatin' her like a pro
I don't know or I do, is it the pink or the hue
Fake friends or the true
To make ends meet

Pop Songs Your New Boyfriend's Too Stupid to Know About

Tullycraft

Old Traditions, New Standards

the Bartlebees and Neutral Milk Hotel?
It's okay for a sunny day but that Sting album won't do
So when I play you Allen Clapp, you'll know baby I love you!

Hey

your piece of string
And it feels like theres no hope
Just throw me a rope
Throw me a rope

Guess what baby I've had enough
You're the one thats not good

outcome
I finally did an album
Bump it now bruh
Put it on the loud subs
I still have my doubts but
I know there's no problem I can't outrun
Sneakers tied

they talkin out their booty hole
It’s free will and action, maybe you should listen
Unless you got the cash to have somebody make your vision
Jocks

Stevie  

I know that you wanna be 
My main thing 
I can't even lie I'm on the same thing 
I know that you lie cuz I stalk you
If it ain't me baby 
Tell me

at fighting the tides
You wanna get your feet wet but in the deep i reside
So, before i scrap another album be my muse my fire
Do you wanna cross this line? do

and my sons, its the family
We just tryna get better, you nigga tryna be bitter
Nah mean
We out here and we hurting yall
We hurting yall son
Best believe

on my Michael Jackson now
David Ruffin shit, without the powder
Ain't nobody come to see you Kace it's Clint right now
I got a itch right now, a chip

My Gal  is Track #5 off the album chain of Emotion by Lanie Banks
Intro
Tsey . . . . . . . .  
Fu . . . . . . . . . . .  Soni M Lanie Banks 
Hook

My Gal  is Track #5 off the album chain of Emotion by Lanie Banks
Intro
Tsey . . . . . . . .  
Fu . . . . . . . . . . .  Soni M Lanie Banks 
Hook

Missin' you is my secret
I keep it crossin' East 14th, yeah
Skippin' every album that's not black and white
The weeks are slippin' by like the sun

We up by far you a never get to see us even
High speed chase first time in da slammer like wtf I'm eating
Then Got to thinking damn like how tf i get

I'm a get money apostle
C-notes is the gospel
No squares in the circle but we whippin a waffle
Cook a baby let the block know it's up for adoption
We

And whatever is his noise drop a tape for you niggas called 
Views from the morgue in fact ill even drop your album call it 
Six feet under you aint no star boy

that'll
Have your fucking mind blown
Raised by J Dilla, Mr west, and Jay-Z
You fast-forward, I'm conversatin' with No ID
I was nervous when him and me were

My Granny

Byron Bank

Current Situations

Tell me what the devil had in store, not to buy a thing
Told me grand baby you gotta really now be smart about it
Don't let them see you sweat,

name 
4 mixtapes
And a album 
Just for play 
Ball out 
No lonzo
Know the plug
That's honcho
Cash 
Need that pronto 
Bad bitch 
She mine homie 
Kind Bud

wrist the enemy is on the watch my guy nor dey rush uh
this are the words of wisdom glue it to your thoughts knowledge and wisdom is a gift 
but you can't

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

an Album just finna make them Haters proud
I'm Sittin' by myself i'm blowin lonely clouds
Friends ditchin' me feelin' disavowed
Pretendin' it's normal

Nowhere to Run [LP Version]

The DNA Disciples

Nowhere to Run

Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p

I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many

baby mama's torking, fat ass booties
After party we went at least five lay-by
By the night man was so high and straight

But always fine!
Niggas talk too

right (yeah)

This whole album you gon' see that I can do it anyway I want
And you won't ever want to leave here, we gon' party 'til the sun come up