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going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done

dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask

dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask

FIRST CHORUS
and I be like seem-see-ma
who got the keys to my beamer
Alicia or  Aliyah
and i'll be running base to the base in my limo.
Gorilla

a breeze
My bitch so bad my nigga she look like Alicia Keys (Uhhh)
Hope they don't think they fucking with me
I'm in my own lane ain't no room for other

suck me up, nutritious 
Got double cup, fuck a guiness
And I ain't talkin on a record
Cuz I ain't never been a witness

Yeah you know that I'm wid it

I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger never letting go
Pressure got you blowing strong
Only thing to balance out the lows
Thumb and index by

you tell me please
Where the keys, where the keys
Hands and knees chained by the feet
Of the beat down work of this mid-summer heat
Need release, if I

is cupid (like)
I'm on top
Mutha-fuck a ladder
Bitch, ain't Alicia, got the keys, a silver platter
My niggas moving Katy, ain't Perry, where the plata?

N-now, th-th-through ya motherfuckin' hands
Get em' high
All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man
Get em' high
Now I ain't never tell you

Nah Nah Nah Nah, Nah Nah
It ain't the same without you by my side and I'm feeling so low
And the last one broke me down so bad cause she was a lil

(Ahh, yeah)
Say she wanna take a trip down to the keys (Florida baby, Florida baby)
Now I got this bitch singing like Alicia Keys (key baby, keys)
I

like a chair and fold em up,
I gotta make it. I got family, I got kids to feed
Can't pay my fee you better stick to booking Minnie me's
Ain't from the X

Blackland Carol City
Bitch welcome to Muder Gardens

Feel like I got the power
I'm higher the hip hop Messiah
I ain't fuck Alicia Keys but a nigga on fire

told me she a dancer Man she really got the moves
She got big cute eyes and her skin like cheese
Man shawty ain't Alicia but she surely got the keys

Met

Good smoke up the road got hay by the stack
Ima say it lil louder for the bitches in the back
I’m tryna do the unthinkable
Ain’t no Alicia bitch I ain’t

that Lucinda Williams chick
Lucinda Williams ain't got nothin' on you now
I got something by wire, signed
Another Wayward Pickin' Chick
Dear Alicia, just

hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,

patient
My favorite artist is Alicia
I got the keys ain't talking streets yeah
I told that bitch I want to meet yah
It's all online, I'm all just blind
I

wrong

Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong

P Diddy:
United we stand, divided we fall

N'Sync: (J.C.)
Oh you know

cop
I got a secret knock and serve out of a equinox
So much keys you would think my youngin was Alicia pop
I make your bitches stay with me and call

by my side
Let's jump in the key, keep it Alicia, huh I pour my lean in a brisk
Bae you a cannon like nick, she the bomb watch she blow
When she with

told her get on her knees
Soon as I cum you gotta leave
I don’t know Alicia but we got them keys
900 an ounce 30 for the whole thing
Iont’ know Lil Baby

Ric Flair

Killer Mike

PL3DGE

2011

gone, song

You don't like the prestige that I have in life.
You don't like the notoriety.
You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have