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ratchet bitch im rich wt out no standards rich wit out no manners i been shiting for lil minute duffle bag by fendi my bagetts look juz like pennys pearly

bitch I seen her eyes was getting big/ Put that shit on speaker who was that, and what was said?/ It's my shooters bitch he just got picked up by

listen it's the comeback
Bout' to smoke some rappers you better cosign me
I got bags under my eyes I ain't sleeping the same
Uh yeah who's the greatest

my name not Jimmy Neutron
Life goes on
All eyes on me
I'm feeling like I'm Tupac
I got the k in UK
I'm not toting Russians
Go from zero to a hundred

keep it under a dollar
But we ant never grow up poor
And I know
And I know we was chosen
That's why the neck stay frozen
And my eyes never closing
All

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

I'd let him in, the jerk.

Now my silly little sister went to some vlachos coffee-grind reader 
And had a gypsy glint in her eye when she'd smirk,

money it didn’t change me
Plasm 23 keeping God with me
Lonely road but stay with heat
Eye on prize gift under the tree
Like Baskin Robbins got the flavors

Cannes
Last disciples 
Got to break bread with my man's
No please sir
No checks 
Put the money in em bags 
Irritated by the fake love 
Your boarding gate

repeat the shit again
Can my dawg go to Heaven? At least consider him
I knew he's ten slots under a decent citizen
It's a punk's prime, real ones keep

Pack your bags bae
Cah' we leaving for the night
Go Milan bae
Fashion Week I got you right
I put my all in
Ain't got not type, but you my type
Waste

my eyes, no, I cannot see
Number (N) ine all on me i feel like a nazi
I get bands, I get bands that's for certain
Think we cool, we ain't gang
We ain't

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under

The cast iron one that black eyes

bought for me at a flea market while she was here.
I filled the plastic bag full of garbage
and I laid the head of Mary

should be carried by somebody so exotic
And that dress should be worn when there's nothin' else up under
Just in case I run into you I can pull up

the math, I'm coppin' Chanel bags
Talkin' Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes (woo)
Know we ran the streets, eating cold bully beef (huh)
Now we

Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)

Kid Rock

Devil Without a Cause

1998

and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something

Whitney out my duffel bag
Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back
Who it is?
What the fuck you want?
Nigga say he want exotic? It's

Huddy Combs bring it home we don't stop

Jimmy Jones all alone we don't stop

Loon crime fam' we don't stop

Meeno NRB we don't stop

To my man

know how we do shit & get low around here
Cause I can’t go to jail
Got here by myself I put my team on
I Don’t need yo help
Eyes ona prize like peace

queen that can help you
Open the bags under your eyes
Releasing the tears that help you realize
Where you was right, where you went wrong
And where you

by the case
Come and slide down the truth
Bitch it's right on the eight
Can't buy a bottle
Begging women just to give you a chance
Got a bag
Strippers

decided to take a chance on you, on you

Drove you home under the lights of the city
Wanted you to know that your eyes are so pretty
I have never seen

In moonlight, black girls turn blue
Bussin, what you know about that Teddy Ruxpin
When you look me in my eye, I can barely function
I can feel

In moonlight, black girls turn blue
Bussin, what you know about that Teddy Ruxpin
When you look me in my eye, I can barely function
I can feel