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Gon' pour this wine in your memory
(Yeah) Can I smoke this one for Phillip, please?
They say my nigga gone, but, I think they lyin', I feel his

Christian
Don't gotta ask I'm lifted
Only pray to god I fear him
Surfing online cop Phillip Lim
Baby you're mine don't worry bout him
Sometimes I get lost in

strip club bathroom stall  I’ll lift your feet off the floor hanging you, I’d give it my all You can choke me with your panties till I pass out by

You're a lame man can't get on my level
Bullets flying through your window
Gotta get this shit settled
Smoke Kush by the pound
It will make you look

(ayy, ayy)
Mash strong, Shaq O'Neal, man's winnin' (ayy, ayy)
Shooter like Ozil did it
Straps in the closet like Schofield, Phillip (Phillip)
Bun man

Colouring Book/Tattoo Time Come

Vybz Kartel

Kartel Forever Trilogy

2013

Omar, Phillip, Brando, Styles
Di gal dem si mi tatto from miles

Tattoo time come
All a di space pon mi skin soon done
If you nuh have none go

Omar, Phillip, Brando, Styles
Di gyal dem see mi tattoo from miles

Tattoo time come
All a di space pon mi skin soon done
If you nuh have none go get

made it into port phillip bay

Made in melbourne
Made in melbourne
We have melbourne pride
Made in melbourne
Made in melbourne
Standing strong side by

My necklace shimmer
In the nighttime
S-Class we flying right by
Big hundreds all I count
I'm banked out my clothes
Designed by
Balenciaga
Neiman

watched me grow
On these streets they watched me grow
On these streets

Yo
Tottenham, I was raised in the block, that's man
Surrounded by dingers

one gives a fuck
Sidney Phillips man I ran out of luck
Still take the Lexapro with the Monster though
Wake up just to eat my fuckin' breakfast bro

If You Can't Say Love

Visionaries

Pangaea

LOVE towards you
the feeling's better than bass drums
I'm not the only person that's able to read the letter on your face hun
I'll make an alternate

ahh)

Lyrics Written & Performed by Lotus Love (Rachel Vel Phillips & Robin Dale Phillips)
Music Written & Produced by JString for Streethop Music

the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible tits.

Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this girl was a mess.
Otto eye-balled the diva lying

banging
Ori mi tobi but ko to bi ti banky
Just joking

Man na bad man 
I go by the name hypeman saqua 
And i got my man here d'wessy
It's a mocheleche

The past drop the pass let's see what the phewture holds
Blind fold eyes close if you can't see then where would you go
Phyll of the phewture
Phillip
So if

friend by the name of Marlin hide him in meh room he was a runaway Phillip Marcellin was a friend who turned enemy he tried to date meh cousin so meh

I was talking to death about Phillip
He only sees the family at funerals now
Says he knows that Phil will be coming
In that long black car driving up

as an attendant
But you might as well call me grubby motherfucker
I’d prefer if you called me by my rap name… Phillip Diesel
Premium flow out my nozzle
I was raised

the Phillip
More that I step I am aware of all of the niggas that's coming for me
They never cared, left me for dead
You cannot have no friends in the streets

two times got you're finger's twitchin
Winning face with a toothless grin and, boxer ears homie you should listen
Screws too tight but the phillip's

Shake it down you know that it's lit though
Always got Phillips on my feet though
Nigga, caught me drippin' on the vid though
Yeah now I feel like

wanted to go down to Galilee
And finding Philip Jesus said to him, "Follow Me"
And being from Bethsaida, the same town as Drew and P
Phillip found

here to hear the man in mirror, has suicidal ideas
I wish he was dead, pull the trigger Phillip no one cares
I tried he won't die
You're now being