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Uber To Georgia 
Get Back To This Chicken 
I Flip It Like Quarters
She Know My Body Different 
She Can Tell By My cura
cct Right 
She Get Flown Out

I wish I could fight this anxiety in my chest
Depression in my mind, so afraid to be seen
Do you know what it feels like
To leave a party by yourself

spitting' facts
We don't really give a fuck a what you think about that
For my niggas and my bitches who be sippin' on yak
Hit the party, get it popping' then

bitch scrolling my spliffs
Gu flexed, finessed, watch it burn slow 
Dope flows with that morse code 
When I'm coarse toned, incentivized 
By being  better

I'm having pressure
Get a party pack
Nigga get to tripping in his hoe won't make it out this bitch
My pockets blue (oh yeah)
Nobody smoother they think

Ruff Ryders Anthem [Remix]

DMX

The Professional

1998

rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I

Rock and Roll
Like they know
We gone run with the team
If anybody try to stop us
Up parol we don't leave
Talk about it
We can skill about it
Post it by

like going to parties
I love my Ducati
That's for sure I like my mollies

Excuse my kisses 
Excuse my million
I don't like parties 
I rather stay in 
See

of the party is hardly appealing
When the party ain't part of your army (lonely by yourself)
Freed me from feeding my blame shifting feelings
You're sorry, oh, I

you by surprise
I should make you my
Wife some day
I wanna keep you As a prize
Tell will it be alright
I should make you my
Wife one day
Tints rolled

rewind
Surely na you dey
Pon me mind
And maybe we
Can do it lowkey
No dey fear me
I no be Chucky
Lowkey
Shawty wanna
Meet me for my
Estate oh
Make I touch

Hit the Parking Lot

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'

Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is

It's True

B.J. The Chicago Kid

It's True

2014

For someone start with my nigga out Mack
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Whenever that he see it's chains swang
But

quick
Woohoo, that's too fire
What y'all know about that? You ain't know nothin'

Swag, got it in my pants
Daggerdick, on your bitch I stab
Where's your

I'm like hallelujah
See you found a new nigga I hope he better for you
Because my heart cannot afford you
Fuck it girl come closer

Bet that I'ma pull

mother say that I'm rad
Drugs make my mad
Certified by wad
Fuck lovin a other girl in this party cause crack
Don't tell me your in
I'll shoot my brain

on time for the party I'm always on time for the paper
Yeah
Told you I'll be there by nine I probably won't make it till later
Because I'm Haitian
They know

it!

Why she acting like a main chick.
She was mine when our eyes met.
We just want to party.
Shawty I'm sorry.
Life is too short, for quits.
The people

I'm hopping on the stage and damn near blinded by the lights (Blind blind blind)
And if you ain't rocking with it then You can get the fuck out my life

at the back
Rre Mabena somewhere in the party (Rre Mabena!)

Ke le tlela ka GT, fly like serontabole
Yet another hit like it’s wonderful
Ke botlhole beat like

Versatile artist hear it in my flow
Lotta bitches in my face tryna be my main hoe
Before I get out of bed Gotta wake and bake tho
And don't forget

Fortified Live

Talib Kweli

Train of Thought: Lost Lyrics, Rare Releases & Beautiful B-Sides, Vol. 1

2015

space over the water
I got insight it's a clear case of reading your aura
Man, what you got for us as my Black men stand in line like a chorus
Makin'

yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's

At a party off the molly, I just ran into my exes
While I'm with a bitch that be dripping sat in my necklace
I'm just tryna fit my thing inside like