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fly, as the blaze gets higher
Like a samurai I master the heat technique in my best chic!
I stand by the fire, let’s get higher
I get higher, when I

cause trouble Maa fo anybody lo'ju
Cause trouble

Pheelz Mr Producer

Mafia go hunt you down my guys no even need address
Your chic is in my DM going down

I was standing in the spotlight
playing by their hand, smiling for the fans, yeah
I was trynna keep my head high
do they see through me? do they see

a helmet to stir up the ranks
One Donna Summer, two more by Chic
Three Sylvester, Toot toot beep beep 
But look there's Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye  
That

Baby, you my vibe (yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side

She a vibe, vibe
Can't get

Verse: 1

You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors 
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat

knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels

What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm

Fall Back

Juvenile

Rejuvenation

2012

thing
Before I bought a ride down town by that midnight man
You know that moon I had you wailing on that Kurt Cobain
Bring the club off that Rosay like

gotta be by the speaker
By the DJ where they smokin' on reefer
I'll be in the club track suit track suit
Fuck the dress code I'm lookin' like eeeyah
Drink

n'cap a me 
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI

Merda prod in the place 
Skarraphone co cubase

for love, I don't do it for cake
I ain't gonna lie, I like to ball in my ways
Chic decor a couple racks in the safe
Infinity pool, AMG in the cave
Keep

Toes

Glass Animals

ZABA

2014

the moon
By the thick tan sand
And the tall thin grass
One more thing for you

See the distant flume
In the sleepy dunes
Makes my nerves clench close

on this Indo
Yes I got that work Yes I slang it by the pound
Fucking with these chics yeah yeah they bootie round
Piss me off Nigga bus a nut on your pillow

a hustler always working on the next move

I hunt and then bring in food, I'm from Cameroon 

I'm turning my back yard to an Oasis

Chics in Adirondack chairs

scream out with joyous air thumping persuasion 
Burt Bacharach tunes they can wait
As Freddy begins the heart of Saturday night by his boho chic hero Tom

and letting it out
The only chair in a very big crowd
Dragged out by its legs
Screaming in vowels
Brushed from the mouth up
Ducted in defunct guts and cut loud

chic too
Cuz I got plenty p's
Whatiwuziwutsu
My plug speaking Cantonese
Godzilla in this bitch
Asians like who is he
(Aye G I hope you got some of that

Paying me in Pesos
Whipping up tunafish
Mami easy on the mayo
Soon to be stupid rich
Money bags
By the weight loads
On the East Coast shit
They call me

love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my

that it's gas by the texture, whipping shit in the lab like I'm dexter
When I pull up, ain't no nigga fresher, got yo bitch tapping out like a wrestler

And started to whistle
I swarmed in wit big fire arm to calm him
We gon win 
Anybody test him i stretch em 
Pulled em by the collar and hollered
Yo pull

Surrounded by guys and chics with
Yellow ties, pink shirts and green minis
I was immersed in the silence of speaking words
With guts and veins I knew not

to the sky
Smile at all the people passing by 
With you
I do
It’s true

I’m turning in and out with you
Up and down and all around this blue
Sailing under

Operations psychological, got the nation by hair follicles, basis economical
The waves that come from pond ripples rhyme flow in small trickles
'Cuz I'm cold