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Stupid Girl (Only in Hollywood)

Saving Abel

Miss America

2010

is playing dead
Sugar-tongue rolling off your lips whispering
You're not a stupid girl

Cause your climbing up the list
Pretty little, box office hit

he sent my a** you
Drip, Ya'll already know what it is
Drip, I'm out here handling business
Drip, She said I'm all on her hit list
Open her box like

where you used to watch the snow come down
All of your traditions
I wanna know 'em all
You'll check every box off of my list
If you take me home for

speaking my love language
The way you kiss, the way you talk
Girl you're checking every box off my list
My love
Keep speaking my love language
Loving

box on my list
When you leave me the warmth of your kiss
Made me wish I was there on the stretches
of your bed

Baby, you’ve been on my mind for so long

a check box
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Bad bitch my to do list get a check box
Bad Bitch she gone hit me wit the head nod
Fuckin, on my ex bitch call

a young nigga how to steer
It's nothing I fear
I just stay the fuck out the way
Fuck yo list
I box niggas in like gifts
You aim for the square and you miss

Lucky today, feelin’ bless
Checking the box of the list
Heavyweight champ’ on the scale
Funny and big like a whale

Gimme a kiss
Gimme the miss
Put

miss
Like the way you say my name, Or the soft touch of your lips
And for every day that pass, I just add on to the list
Boom box on my arm in the rain

cannot get mad
If I talk about you in bed
All your DMs will be red
Like the collars on your neck
Only got rocks in your head
In my list your box it's

When we get in that mode
Get in that zone
You check every box off my list
Tell me I'm the only one thats
Ever had you this in love and
Caught up in

arrogance it's gotta be the latter
Climbing up the ranks can't be the only thing that matters, shit
I wanna live on the Forbes list, the Billboard charts

Welcome Back To the Trap

Drama

Fuck a Mixtape

new bitch with my last hoe, 
I got six list in my main box, six pack under my tape top 
I got a snoot know to get six shots 
Nigga try me I think

Welcome Back to the trap

T.I.

Inception, Vol. 2

new bitch with my last hoe, 
I got six list in my main box, six pack under my tape top 
I got a snoot know to get six shots 
Nigga try me I think

less
I swear I check every box on your list
Ain't no thing as too much sauce
I got that drip drip (drip drip)

Ease your mind
Just lay back
No

from what I can tell
You fill every box on my check list
Said I’m digging your style
I like your smile too
Girl you’re so confident
In what you do
Said

leaving no one else alive
(When I check off my hit list)

All pine
All mine
Got your girl in a box she's fine
No time to shine
Gotta hit rewind
On second

she naughty
Text me pictures with no panties
No disrespect to pops
But she like to call me daddy
Because I tick every box
On her check list
She ask me

and live a little bit
All you need to know is what you want
Make a list. Check a box
Run the costs. Cut your losses
Bear the load. Slough it off

Anything

got hits 
Middle finger to a list 
Find a box that fits 
I can really do it all so I got em all pissed
They throwing they fits
At the show who spits?

was
I know how to hide, and I hide because
Without even thinking, it's just instinctive
To keep trucking along

There's an ingredients list on the box

yeah
Shorty get scratched up off my list, yeah
Lets box I don't diss, yeah
Hallow tips they never miss, yuh
I be drinking trish and, I be drinking liquor

not a star
Back when I was on the clock, trying to plan to come up with a plot
Writing a list check every box, I knew what to do if I got the shot
I'll

'Cause I go round and round
White chalk on the
So Long
Write a list
Check the box
And when you're all done
You blow your brains right out
Wake up
Six AM