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two, and when I do

It don't make me miss you
It don't make me wish you
Were still the number I was calling
Still the kiss that had me falling
Yeah, it's

See this love shit hit different when you by yourself
When I'm saying that I miss you then I'm meaning well
When I say that I'm wishing then I'm

shoot it I swear I won't miss, it hit different when it got a kick
I'm loaded as fuck I'm lit, I'm probably gone fuck on yo bitch
Dick hit different like

Simon Says (Street Games)

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

you LEAVE!
Hit you until you.

[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah yeah, I see pain but why
is it these street games is all leadin into the same violences?

Unga sabi
Yin' ngathi nishoda ngemali?

Awu buke nale tekkie lakho liya phela
Uzoba ngena kanjan' abo baby ingcaza li vuil?

Awu buke nale tekkie lakho

if not a hit on yourself
If not a target on head? Not advertising your wealth
Cos that's the general message and it travels as fast as pelicans

the day and Deep Ellum by the nighttime
Ain't even gotta ask 'cause I know she for the long ride
And I know, and I know she wanna be mine
Rev it like a nine

don't tick
Click stay rich
Shoot don't miss
It is what it is
Not gon' switch
Hit after hit
I am legit
They know I'm the shit
Teach em a lesson
Boy I'm

life
I get ghost I blow by, the flow is cold I provide
Drop the top like the mic, get the bag its no lie, ahh

I let the moonlight hit me, I let

Wake Up Call

Keke Palmer

So Uncool

2007

away
And live it like it's the first day
Of the rest of your li-ife

Just stopping by
To let you know what's up
Give you a call to see what you're doin'

(Yeah) sugar high, pop one in the backseat, oh my God
Mix it with the SunnyD, miss me with the pillow talk
Sugar high, pop one in the backseat, oh

Yoke the Joker

Naughty by Nature

Naughty by Nature

1991

to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun

driving slow
I'm getting hot but still the city so cold
I pass the time by passing blunts, I lose my mind
I hit the ground when I was always on the grind
I

All of my bros get busy
I say paw paw go easy
When I'm shooting my shot
Ain't go miss it
When I'm shooting my shot
Ain't gon miss it, yehh
All of my

Yeah
Uh-huh
Let em know who it is
Shoutout my niggas in BK
My niggas in LI
Y'all already know what it is
Been doing this rap for minute and I ain't

regular, (hit it) no

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two

if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim

Now I hop out the four by

Yeah let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it let me hit it she a freak call her Cotton Candy bring her to me I wanna Cotton Candy

Call me the candy

writing and cozy
I can't afford the fare so play a five string guitar
My buddy broke the lower E so now the high notes hit harder
It's an L&M EP inlay by

Ain't a damn thang changed
We still up in this game
And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U
Everyday it be the same
We holding down the name
If

count is Benjamins bitch

And I keep the AK with a banana clip
Graat your whole clique

And you niggas ain't never hit a lick
If it ain't no kick door

fortified
Don't ever bring a forty five to a mortar fight
The segregation you don't know that there's more to find
Yeah they sell it all movin' em pack by

I need a new solution
I need a new resolution and it's not even the end of the year
(Hit or miss, hit or miss)

It goes swell with a cup

Something crazy about the way you love
Gatta me feeling like I'm incomplete
Emancipated by the way you kiss
I guess it's true that I'm really free