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T (tea), heat his face up, like a kettle do
Blocking out the hate, I need some polarized ray bans 
Stop BUGGING, prolly could a had a part in SPACE JAM
Get

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

go grab some food
Now we all here and party act like fools

Yea we Ridin
21 and yea we Stylin
Goin the mileage
She fuck wit fashion likin my way
kinda

and silken
And whirled about as did her body
Her spirit was either very high or very low
There was no in between for Cass some
Said she was crazy the dull ones

Cashed Out

Lil Wayne

Dedication 4

2012

nigga
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
She say, "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" 'cause your ass need drizzlin'
That pussy came gift-wrapped, bow

need a mystery sometime
I hear whispering
But I ain't here to listen to these lies
He says, she says
They're all over me
He says, she says
Please get

Corey, told Raven hit Kwame up
Ellen off in the back seat, though she probably won't remember
Told me she knew death too well, and if I need to talk just

a militia you out of the picture
Yeah yeah
Hard body bitch
Nigga we ain't playing tag nigga that ain't it
Ride with the ray nigga
Juice got some tang in it
We

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"

Mum loves

and Wanda, MJ and Parker
Grant my wishes like a genie in a bottle
Save my soul like Bernie for Bianca 

Wanda, Wanda you know that I want ya
Surrounded by

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man you bitches ain't shit
Man you need to just really - When you see
Her, get the rose petals, just like she's
Said before, throw it

They told me the older
The Berry the sweeter the juice
The pinker the flower
The deeper the roots
The peak of the fruit
I need a minute
Why Mrs. Parker

Bitch (JR 808)
Lani Worrld, nigga
Go broke or get pape? I'ma grind, I'ma skate (Yeah)
I'ma win, I'ma ball, bitch, no matter what it take
With my

a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us

playin' with that powder, and I can tell
You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail
My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell
Now the feds

Country Pride

The Chipmunks

Chipmunks in Low Places

1992

Whenever this world starts gettin' me down
Holden' me back, makin' me frown
I need some music from guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

George

talking King James
Fit drippy got more water on me than a sting ray
Bro the Zaza man get you higher than Yao Ming's face
I been on a mission to make chicken

that shit is not real
And I'm lighting up the track like some hot wheels
I need some retainers for how im grinding in my sleep
The way I stay with

Thought it was real by the way that she kiss and she hug me
Little did I know
I was like third on her list
All the sexy shit she used to do was looking ugly

do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes

you ball
Like I'm D. Fish shooting the 3
When you need bars who do you call
Roscoe got it all by the Kilo
You lost and never found she not fucking for

the fuck does this shit happen to me
Need to get to work on planet Kame

My spaceship left the planet
So the parts you cannot have it
Pulsar rays that look

a muscle car
Cuz you hustle hard
In the strip club
And on the boulevard
She's a model drinks moscato by the bottle
If you give her some Gelato
You won't see