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wheelchair him in the end
'Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I'm the man
All I do is win life is like a highlight

team winning
Been going in for so long
I got to keep the rhythm
Paralyzed to fake shit I swear to
God that ion feel em
Shuffle man had likes it's poker

wood
And some skins just to channel with in
We aint together
She pretend
Blunt pearled light 
From either end

This aint pretend he got drums 
On sims

bad in this fuckin' bitch (Huh)
No you never would've ever got to em'
No you never would've made a hit
Yeah, ain't no testing my boys cause
They comin'

we banging it out
Kyrie Irving handle all these lil bitches with no respect
Got so caught up in this life back then we played ball with no net
Like

(Brigade, too bougie)
(Mktheplug)
(Sapphire Beatsz)

Dropped the last ting
Got everyone askin', "What's with the mask ting?"
Is he wanted? Have

So Sexy Chapter II (Like This) [Bonus Track]

R. Kelly

Kamikaze [Bonus Tracks]

2004

And we neva got no room for no haters 
When we pull up on them 24 omegas 
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega 
You by my side we be on one when we

Lately I really been hurtin'
(Hurtin')
Felt like my prayers wasn't workin'
(Workin')
Sometimes I wanna give up early
(Early)
Yea
But ain't no giving

rods
Barely see me when it's sunny I pop out when it's dark
See where I'm from they ain't expect me to make it far
But I give her rich nigga vibes
I got

been ill the way I'm swerving all the feedback
Curving all the hate I feel like Irving when he lean back 
And I ain't ever stopping till the point we all

me I ain't hiding he know where I'm at
I drop a address gps it and come wit the gat 
Kyrie Irving wit the strap I flatten ya map

It's 4th quarter now

me I ain’t hiding he know where I’m at
I drop a address gps it and come wit the gat 
Kyrie Irving wit the strap I flatten ya map

It’s 4th quarter now

and the henny
Haven't been sober in a long ass minute

We be off the earth with my hoe
We be swerving
I just got a cheque balling hard
Kyrie Irving
I just ran it

television
Kodak Black I Got that tunnel Vision
They don’t wanchu winnin
Rather see you struggle
Interception fumble
Small circle in my huddle
Plays apart from

at the showers with the knifers (ah)
P Murda 'bout two cells down, he real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas to the lifers (ah)
We got niggas wearin'

follow rules, you forget these rip tides pull you in, this ain't no swimmin' pool
Lockless creepin' by the coast, you'd go good with toast, he's hungry,

another man gonna get you
and I know he aint deserving
Yes I be observing
He only a 2 like kyrie irving
Yes it be disturbing and yes it be hurting
You don't

Know I got siblings, but in the morning, night

I feel like Rihanna, ain't nobody else
Had to lay off the Vika, then we smokin
Flying Dutchman inside my

up bitch you do not know me
Light it up use the force like Obi Wan Kenobi

Pull up in a black mask
Open up the dash got 100 in the stash bag
Got two

Ride the Rhythm

Chill Rob G.

Ride the Rhythm

1990

ripple and rhythm is reminiscent of a river when it's pouring
The King is reigning, I'm pouring
This music, yeah he can use it, but don't abuse it
Move

Nothing left to teach
I can just tell
Karmas on repeat
Runnin out ain't gonna
Bring you peace
I would know cos
I got receipts
Baby please (baby please)
Stop

what we all pledging
Finna make so much money my momma make a percentage

4 By 4 big bodies they lane swerving
Louisiana Rub eating good in back

and what he show so far ahead that this a throwback
They gon' gas up like the meter
Saying please just drop your Jesus
Look like I ain't here for neither
I

I just got another check
I just made another thousand
I'm all about respect
But you know you gotta earn it
Can't give you no shit
If I know you don't