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back what you'd take
While the law still ain't around
 
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Tell it to him, leave me alone
Tell it to the judge on Sunday

we gon' be aite
Twenty-four seven
Every sun and every moon
I be huntin'... huntin'
Lookin' for a fly mamacita on a Sunday afternoon doin' nothin...

mean I was broke
I was getting this money
Taking care of my folks
Coming up from the bottom
Won't fall like it's Autumn
I'm chosen by god
Ain't no way

okay, there it go

This alarm got me turned up plenty
Want to be the shit but
The world won't love me hit my jack
Then 20 minutes imma' hit you back
Count

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be fine
If one person enjoys this, it is a sign
To keep doing what I'm doing its divine
Struggle won't stall me, I'm taking what's mine
Let's head back

According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ

Rihanna

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

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

here
Talking back to back make me cover my ears
Twenty one hundred went straight to my wrist
Knew she a freak and she swallowed my kids
Taking no chance

I'm faking but I'm willing
To bet it I got my mind up on the money, and I'm running to Get it
And I be counting by the 20, and I'm tending
To forget it,

and attack, I'm an eagle[00:57.20]And I'm pickin' you snakes, little by little[00:59.58]Did it again, fuck it, we did it again[01:02.16]It happened again, dark

Saturday Satan Sunday Saint

Ernest Tubb

Another Story [Bear Family]

1999

Saturday satan Sunday saint foolin' your neighbors that's what you think
Readin' the good book singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and he's back

We're all depressed
My heart's a mess
ct 20-something 
In too much debt
We live online
So we all sleep less
It just makes sense that
We're all

they had to do
On Bloody Sunday

[chorus]
Sunday Bloody Sunday - still haunted by the cries
Sunday Bloody Sunday - twenty five years of lies

How long

position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,

ddison rae
bitch why you taking up my space
i'm bursting in a rage
you start to sing but now it's late
you think you got the talent
you ain't got no

I stay in my own lane
I stay in my own lane
I stay in my own lane
And I don't like to
Keep a lot of people around me
I stand up in the water by

Harder Than You Think

Public Enemy

How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul???

2007

waited
Any given Sunday so where y'all rate it?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back

through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,

Sweatpants rolled up a little bit
20 grand in each sock
Portfolio full of stocks
I'ma buy back the block
Invest in corporations
Paper into mom and pop's

Go

Birdman

Go [Explicit]

2009

be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get

the weed up in the duffle
Need the money by the bundle
Woah trouble
Twenty niggas in the shuttle
When you see us know it's trouble
Bouncing right back like

twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world