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fun
They’re talking like they’re God but I only heard of one
I might kill a rapper just for fun, just for fun
These boys our here talkin like they

retiring 
I'm home in my zone 
All alone in on my throne 
I'm god 
You figure say what 
Why the boy de create so
Was born to do this 
Was born in orbit 
I

balance and let go
Livin' life in the ghetto (ghetto)
You told your mama you would go get it
She said, "Boy, stay away from them dope dealers"
Fuck IG,

I dip
Yo, bitch is on her period, tell her spread them legs open now
In Miami Beach, people throwing fucking C like they crippin'

Boy say, give me

den Sand
da höre ich von weitem einen Beach Boys Hit
Er kommt von dem nächsten Strandabschnitt
Als  ich dort ankomm trau ich meinen Augen kaum
Menschen

(nah)
Penthouse on the beach and I ain't talkin' murder (nah)
If you interview Gucci don't ask him 'bout murders (grraow)
Mask on protect he got shot

Torn [So So Def Remix; Bonus Track]

Mike Jones

LeToya

2006

a month ago, South Beach bungalow
We rollin' in that white thang, I'm rolling up one of those
She lookin' like my wife thang, boy I need one of those

Oh, whoa 
Beach boy in this hoe

Something 'bout riding through the city
Something 'bout being by myself
I should be okay on my own
I just want

ain't good now
Call at a good time
You need more time nigga uh
Stop being a bitch
Write at the beach
To get more free time
Limit that shit now
Get it

and a half
I just need a beach
With a bag full of cash
I just need the heat (ay)
And i get it all summer
You looking good Bitch
That ass bigger than a Hummer
I

Mr. Radio that song you playing make me really miss my baby oh
When I'm here all alone
it's like I can't remember lyrics to my favorite song
Without

this about a hurting boy
Girl breaks the boy's heart
Now, he fall apart as he tryna fill the void
Aye, That is a Yung Pinch reference
Shoutout beach boy

dawg
If you trying to knock him off, boy, that's your call
Looking for the smoke shit, who you gon' call
I'ma ball till I fall, I'm a dope boy
Get more,

hard and it is on
Just wait till I’m known
You getting crunk at my shows
Or at your house all alone
Ill be the next Texas white boy since post Malone

alone 

You do not live what you talk in yo songs

You have not been to the trap or a zone

I had the coke slappin to the white boys 

When they need

a psychic
I kick, lyrics like Jet Li
Which produce money to put your
Boy on the beach shit, sand in my feet
Tell me what the fuck you know bout me

Now you

and swings, so at the nude beach people 
Think I'm lookin for lost rings
Play the skin flute Your big boy sings and if you want to take it all wear African

This is the day in the life of a Florida boy
Samson, bring the noise
Driving expensive cars yeah, yeah
This is the day in the life of a Florida boy

hit ya target or ya gonna get the venom

Got four mixtapes, chef murdered every letter
Let alone the vendetta debted to all my feta
Cheddar put it over

Get Contact

Busta Rhymes

Why Do Fools Fall in Love

1998

up, throw it up girl)
Boy you pretty
I got a bitty from the city and my hair looking pretty
Oh you didn't
No bullshit and you gonna get it
[Busta

songs, doin' it all alone
Coz I just wanna be next Malone
What'ya do comes backs, karma's a bitch
Trapped in the box of Roddy Ricch
Get up work hard

I'm sorry, I'm leaving
'Cause your heart's in Cleveland
Hope you're fine without me
I'm headed to South Beach now

My heart and my mind are polar

Freestyle

The Dove Shack

This Is the Shack

1995

2 Scoops-

Yeah, my mind get complex like sex
nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked
can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas
I be

Breath Control II

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

breath control stylee 
Breath control a-lone, breath control A-LONE 
Breath control, breath control, breath control stylee 
Breath control a-lone.. get