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They Told A Young Player
Shooters Trail Me In The Drop, Don’t Get Dropped Player
You Chose To Fxk H***, I Chose To Sell Bo’s
I Only Sell By The Ounce But

not the day but thats the whip
Taylor Gang they be on that shit
Always on the grind tryna keep my
Mind on the finer things
I gotta get that'll make

so I be low key
Money hoes clothes is all a nigga knows
Don't bring a nug i blow it by the O
I hit the road
Cause shit is exactly how it seems
While

swag me out, swag me out (Woo)
I don't give a fuck, swag me out (Swag)
Oh, ho, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes,

it's the color blue
and Taylor's music 
my hotel room 
in a frozen place
and it's the long, dumb rom coms
that makes me miss you
and it's the sound

Still Down

Wiz Khalifa

Blacc Hollywood [Deluxe] [Clean]

2014

much that I'm cakin', I ain't mad at them at all
Just know about this dough, don't make or make you a John
Huh, the same ones that been A1's
A few

will you join me?
[pause]
	  You make me sad.  So be it.  Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT:  None shall pass.
ARTHUR:  What?
BLACK KNIGHT:  None shall pass.

I'm bad, I'm mean
I make the good guys bleed
You want the champion
Then you want me
I'm a well oiled muscle-machine
If you've got moves than you

of me and can't see my booty(Ya)
I just can't help it, my rappin' skills are very good it
I don't wanna have some bad luck around all the time
With it,

from Chicago
Maybe I’m Hampton, maybe I’m Bobby
They tried to silence us turn up the volume
Real niggas don’t die they all live inside me
I grew up

and bongs gotta bring all my buds up
No I don't drink but go ahead and get your suds up
Pot to help me think smoking nugs until the sun's up
Take you for

Bomb

Chris Brown

F.A.M.E. [Deluxe Version]

2011

lookin' so ripe, she make me want a piece (piece)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave

If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb

your own
Fears and grow
Sacrifice who you are for who you want
This shit don't fall in your lap
You gotta bleed a little bit
You can't be playin with

Big Fish

Vince Staples

Big Fish

2017

Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by

keeping your head off the ground
Overwhelmed by the sirens and sound welcoming you to the pavement

But I would rearrange my spine
Take your scars and make

to me
That perhaps JLo was
Just thinking of how far we'd all come
That now we can all celebrate our asses
I don't know maybe
If she didn't have a new

too late (it's not)

It's not too late to try
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)

Holding back tears as I remind myself
That it gets better, you don't gotta be a trend setter to lead
Just make 'em believe, cus you know they bleed the same

Yeah, what up taylor gang?
Star power, Star year, you know what it is?

Ink my whole body, I don't give a motherfuck
Ink, ink my whole body, I don't

to get in
Trouble, running from the police, staying out late, you know how it is, right
Thank God for the city cause it made me, no matter where I go, I'm

Chuck Taylor's 
Levi Jean's got me too fly 

Gym class we was lit 
Up in junior high 

I broke a couple hearts 
I cant apologize 

Sorry for the wait

singing a different tune
Cuz my focused is shifted but I don't cut corners to make it through
Welcome to the next round this is my town
Intro got me feeling

Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh

If ever you

Got the meats and I ain’t talking Arby’s
Crew behind me baggin barbies
Bagging Cardis
Back in Boston by the ocean
Take a sip of this the potion
Slow