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some saw dust
I catch her eye she kept staring like she was starstruck
Now she in my lap, like clumsy niggas with the Starbucks
Man shoutout my nigga

all on yo forehead
Coming for all you clowns going fed
One by one till them cowards dead

Leaving yall boys in dust mayne
Catch up pussy boy
Bass.
All

you
Strategise for the after-life
Ohh I get it
You got fed up
Death went before you
You ate his dust
Tryna catch up
With this fast life
It's honesty

We could play pretend, I'll be proper
I'll be bubbly she gon' play to win but I
Catch up when you dust me, yeah
Please, don't think you know me
'cause

is us
In due time, found some trust
In my God given talent, now look at us
Other niggas playing catch up in the dust
You too slow and I never sold my

Baby I don't wanna keep loosing your trust
You loosing time
Babe i'm catching the dust
You catch your breathe
While i'm catching a buzz

She gon ghost me

stream
My lungs catch a whiff of dust
My eyes take the time to adjust
Was this the way it was always gonna be?
Left alone, just my thoughts and me
Mmm, mmm

Back up Kid

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

strike your tour bus, catch you naked smokin' dust
Rip your papers at halftime, your rented rhymes are rust
You got no wins, for crabs in your used Benz

in place
I’m at the top cause you late
Look at the back see ya later
Nikkas eat dust like it’s bacon
Catch me charged up on on
I don’t play games I’m

her catch ch bus/ 
.... Bitch you dust ... 
What Shay boogie on /
Dis dat v long /
Ion kiss and tale 
Bitch I'm rich as hell 
Shawty thick as hell /
cnd

gon get turned into dust
If I catch you on that Disney make a nigga Donald Duck
And you know I don't really give a fuck
I'm jumping out the sunroof just

want a intervention
Damn, it'll be a shame if they turn he ass to dust
Foe'nem catch him, now they gon' blast him up
His bitch in the trap right now, she

Sales keep comin' so I get it all
They stuck in the dust, niggas better catch up
Throw on that drip, got sauce like ketchup
Keep talkin' on the net, nigga

gone collide

Chill out relax and vibe 

You

Queen B in my beehive 

I be buzzed off you

To much love off you 

Whip the dust off you 

Catch a blush

Don't Sell Your Dreams

The Pop Group

Y

1979

sell your dreams
Please don't sell your dreams

Speak chain lightning
Paint a new sound
Strike a new colour

Catch a thought
Tears of dust

up and dust off their kicks

Catch my drift, my vibe
Back to the money, let's slide
Soon as I got back outside
My mind keep telling me
"Nigga don't

lies

Brush strokes skim
Across the vast night sky
Tween star and point
Stroke and paint
Catch rain hail and shine
The dust with blood sweat and tears

bout your funds
Put your bet on us
I dont love her it's just lust
I be all up in her guts
Smash out then she eat my dust
Then I Catch her on the bus

to take him off 

But I must be randy moss 
The way I catch this bullshit 
And just dust it off 

Stranger things have goosebumps 

We don't gotta shoot

to catch you

I breath your dust just to survive, a life without it seems like such a waste
It creeps me out to be the flaw, but this is all because you lack

us
You just miss the front end of the line with us yea
Heights Like angel dust
You gon catch your girly spendin tiime with us
Look mama I’m flyin
I

the number but never be pressed to text her
I must correct ya, check ya before I check ya
Ya'll be playin catch up, I much rather dust ya
Never been no buster

counting up
Keep counting up
No they not one us, you don't know where I'm from
We made out the same stuff -out the same stuff
Came a long way from star-dust

need, to arouse your prey
Fill them up with lies, catch them fall, now just dust gone to wind
On their way down, down, down
Oh, struggle within, struggle