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Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That

on the ground and dig out his eyes
And make him bawl for his mother
We don't like each other
Only 'cause I fucked his baby mother
That bitch was under the cover

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

Beats by Dre
Speakers imprint and her Moscato
But also a Victoria's Secret
Bra, some Air Jordans
And a baffling "teatox" drink called MateFit
(dialysis

said to me, "Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun"
Air Force One comin' in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music

(Squeegee)
That you cannot beat me (Beat me)
Careful when you meet me (Meet me)
Know my energy be (gy be)
All black air force like Tuskegee (skegee)
Oh, you

Swerve
Swerve
I just had to swerve round the van
Had to make it to the stu by 3
Push start brand new whip
Driving while I’m looking for the keys
Baby

(Free Diesel) uh, uh

Brand-new chopper and you know it
Match the new shoes
I ain't fuckin' with that ho
'cause she on two, two
K9 Crew, yeah, I'm

Flex

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killahs

2019

multiplying five pies
Mountains on the table, take a whiff, that's a line drive
Pullin' out cocaine biscuits, doin' drive-bys
Bitches buttnaked in

the Penn & Teller
A best seller, interstellar, good fella
This a long kiss goodnight, ciao, bella
My Air Force 1s steppin' on that Air Force One
Leavin'

here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound

the sky
Got the red dot on the moon
Imma take you by surprise
I'm on ground floor
But I am gonna take flight
Jets are runnin' heads I'm huntin
You could say

Pss, yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!

Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming

H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday yall got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
Im talkin shit they didn't like
Ridin marble

a death star annihilator
Got a crew now, you ain't know?
Makin' moves now
So fast ain't gotta use the  ground now
Net worth around bout what the earth round

as A-B-C, that's how you make it right

I am literally in the air right now, rapping up a stewardess
First class, I am so new at this
Used to ride

the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)

What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you're

The International Zone Coaster

Leaders of the New School

A Future Without a Past...

1991

That means the squad is 20 deep
I zoned

Zone Coaster (The International) [Repeat: x6]

[Busta Rhymes]
Finally by now the whole crew's in the house

Flying in a circuit
Air pockets and turbulence
Your own incompetence
You can't seem to circumvent
Right down to the wire
Am I catching fire
You're

me a brand new toy
Two turntables with a mic, and I learned to rock like Dolemite
Time went by, on this God's creation, I knew someday I would rock

Wait Up

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I

deadly mahn   [verse2] Bitch watch out these are white Air Force Playboy nigga like hugh hafner  White new baddie want a diamond ring  My new baddie is

could buy a couple different colors benz just to mismatch 
Park em out by the fence where my crib at 
Then sit back 
And relax 
Then do crack
And relapse