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to Yale bitch I dunno how to spell (huh?)
If I got the loud you can tell by the smell (damn)
And you know I'm servin bitch I never ring a bell (ding)
But

at hand
Let me see, uh, oh yeah
Now you need a good publicist
A manager, a lawyer
A whole team you could run this with
Don't start a label without
A strong

on the mic I could give you some pointers
Aye look I rap tight my flow, is type dope I know
I ain't gotta say shit for ya to be like oh that shit cold (for

I got your bitch and I’ma fuckin' pipe her
Killin' in COD with my fat fucking sniper
Do you like Dream? Bitch, wear a diaper
Kicking balls in Mario

Learning what you could from DVDs
All about the game since before age three

Like a cloud passing Bras d'Or lake
The sun shine, like your smile, it took

hoping we could speak
All she ever asked for is love and loyalty
Attention and time
Wanna spend it with me
You need someone to hold
I get you all alone
I

understood
Chop you up, leave you on the floor like some tree wood

Trying to get on my level, shit, I know you wish you could
Been in the dirt, trying to make

could do whatever we wanted to

I don't wanna be alone
I can't be alone

Why the fuck are you're good to me and why do you care
About me and my shit

by smoking weed in a beat up sedan
Still talk to God about that shit that only He understands
How I be dreaming of the stars but keep my feet in

Do Your Thing

Queen Latifah

Bringing Down the House

2003

to me

[Chorus: Mario Winans]
Go and do your thing
'Cause people will talk 
Baby it's the way
The way that you are
Keep your head up to the sky

to how it arrived
Something going gone for your life
The dead revived
For you and I to survive
The rate of the vibe
Look inside my mind
Plan a party

When I realized I rejoiced
It was His voice
That years ago gave me a choice
Stopping me from suicide
God You have always been by my side
My emotions I

Fake Denim

Quinn XCII

The Story of Us

2017

tell ya', you're gold diggin'
I don't have a lot
So how could you take the little that I've given?

Empty my pockets
No change in my wallet
Yeah,

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

Mario Lopez yo come host this
Cause Chloe Bailey im gon do the mostess

(taking over, could it be, hell if I know, could it be)

Written by Maria Loraine

but i know i should be cautious

How can i get win if i don't get a loss too
How can you be a boss and never had a boss too
Spend the day out with my

murkin em
Butler how servin em
Niggas tried to ride the wave
All they do is surf and swim
Oh you say yo nigga rap?
I ain't never heard of him
Be I make

sweat it 
Soon u can forget it
I had dreams that I turned to reality 
By any means 
Regardless of the casualties 
Behind the scenes 
Ever after 
Never

you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like

(Mario)
Oh, like, nah, nah, nah
Take it slow

Look, I'm invested in you and you know it
When you say you love me, that shit get me open
I'm

like her attitude I love her new body tho
My jacket off white, like I'm a scientist
In love with the money you could blame my environment
Fuck a 401K I

Let Me Watch

Juelz Santana

Go

2007

Ay! Here we go!
Colli boy! Wh-wh-what's the scenario?
Huh?
Me and Mario comin' through your stereo
So young, so fly, so rich
I know you gotta

you in the air
While I stare, slow mo saying boy
Im glad that ain't me
Not asop, no fable
God brings a new level
Like i'm playing Mario
Gotta go with

rubbers
Grown man broke down before his child could finish
Said, boy I know your birthday coming up and you got wishes
But I cannot afford to support your