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day
An old man says can't you smile for me
If you never been late
To pay your rent 
If you never been fed 
By the government 
If you never had to give

defeating
Witheld and private numbers, they've been calling me all weekend
Benefits are a moral panic
An outrage while tax avoidance is systematic
Fiddling

I GOT A MAN WHO IS LIKE A GUCCI  GENUINE AND LOOKS GOOD ON ME  BY MY SIDE WHEN I'M OUT AND ABOUT  I'LL KEEP HIM AROUND  'TTIL THE SEASON IS OUT

nigga you
You turn around then you shit on Shaq
Who woulda knew, Mr goodie Two-Shoes
He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
Little kids with they

the way you put it all together
I peep the way your earrings match your shoes that's kind of clever
You the type to motivate your man and make him better

Aye look, last night I dropped twenty points bro like I was hooping
But as I was taking a layup at the end
Jackie walked by and I missed, wide open

It was a party on a Friday I walked in with my crew
Hardly flashy, I'm rocking minimal jewels, fresh from my shoes
To my cut, keeping a low profile

to the front porch a few steps from the end
There my soul was buried just at the thought of her cherry chapstick and dark brown Eyes
The stars light up the sky I

Ice on my head shoulders knees and my shoes
Doctor like beats and he rhyming like Seuss
They be like man I don’t mean to be rude
But where you from my

the barn to the rail
He made his living by carrying the mail
Now any time I get the blues
I walk the soles right off my shoes
I don't know why I love her so

Tryna take my spot, I refuse
On this side we don't play by the rules
Cocaine white I'm talking about the shoes
Illegal substance, I can't abuse
You

and ah schemin
We'll drink foe tha way yallz are breakin me pan (hey man)
We born to tha weed it would grow
Didn't know tha Bone'd grown some
Buckaz gon'

can't walk in my shoes, man are Sasquatch
And, you ain't never bet on yourself and hit the jackpot

Drop sixty on jewels, this kettle Cameron, it's

She Said [Jay Dee Remix]

The Pharcyde

Cydeways: The Best of the Pharcyde

2001

and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in behind
These fantasies with no action searching for a remedy
Now she loves her man but there is just

The 80's

Robbie Williams

Rudebox

2006

I smoked Consulates and Park Drive, drank Nookie Brown
Learned how to skive
Polo mints to hide my breath from my mum
Did a little weed cause it

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R.

and booted
With some old-school gunners like Bendtner (turn, turn)
Kwe kwe pre-COVID, I had my face mask on by the blender
I made the brown twerk like

I'm just a north side, DC baby
Me mammy raised me by the horse ridin'
Council housing, crisis, crazy
When the sun's out
Sons come knockin' teeth for

from your man behind the curtain
Mr. latest tax evasion guru
Ain't it a shame that us poor ones have to cry?
Your medical mafia meanies keep us barely

for his chin
"Ring my Belle" thought the man
"With the ring I'll propose with"
Then she saw his Dickens
And young Scrooge got ghosted
Ohh! You're

Big Ballin'

Big Tymers

How You Luv That?, Vol. 2

1998

the jets
Bought two trigger mans and brown beat
Now you can pop that pussy in the middle of the street
Best believe next week I'ma be downtown
Point court

Twitter fingers that stay brown reclusive 
Birds eye view from my balcony highest point reached by man where I live
I'm at lost and found with a keyboard

not bust at my man's

Cuz we'll bust at anything, you understand
I been down for a long time, niggas claim they been on the frontline
And I been getting

some)

now hold up man this nigga done stepped on my mother fuckin shoes

if u say somethin dont play me like a hoe
dont look n see its me and try to say