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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah okay hold on
Icing all these bitches
You think it was a snow summer
Running up the riches
They be calling me the roadrunner
Double up

pierced by
An Auto round
The draco
It screams
As it slices through
All you clowns
The terror
It knows know bounds
Try to scream
You can't make
A sound

to bring her back
Arms clasping tight
She's lying on the tracks

Every train reminds him of her
In the dark lamenting shadow
Mother's touch was long

they're never silent

Like a knife in your back that took you by surprise
The sudden quick attack from a demon in disguise

I know the feeling when you been

through it all
I seen the rain and the floods
I seen you sweat when you labour
Why king when you can be God?
Take back your power me bruh
Eat from the fruit

That's all I need
Yeah yeah
Twenty twenty
Bringing bitches to Randall crib
Tryna get back on my own feet
But don't stand a chance
Two time felon
Gun

Show me off when you bring the world home
Back to the diner at 12 midnight
It feel like a still life and I still write
Bout round breakfast at midnight

that I could
Freeze time (Just freeze it)
I wish I could hit rewind
(A lil bit)
Sprinkle diamonds
On your sunshine
(Just a lil bit)
Bring me sunlight
For

Fuck it, let’s bar up
Your windows is fogged up, you’re fucked
No wonder why you got your guards up
You’re stuck fire shit chopping logs up
In

come first but I bring my boo
We got one shooter and madman two
If he hits the head it might mad man too
I miss my bros
Miss all my Migos
Block didn't

Throw me in a cage with a lion and a bear
Imma kill 'em
That motivation I ain't lyin', I swear
I'm a nigga i got my ear to the streets
Back

that's why I be always moving
Got me steppin' through the mud
I had to get it by the loaf
I couldn't cross over no crumbs, stupid
Heh bitch

Hey, hey
Beach boy in the sun
Hey, hey
Blackbear in the sun
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

Hey, hey
When I'm on the 405
All I do is

way through those carefree years
In a way I wish they had never met
Wish that I could bring back Juliet
That can't be... no that can't be
I can't do

Toolz of the Trade

Boot Camp Clik

Triple Threat

2009

Take it back ta like motherfucking eighties and shit (we love, you)

My first love was a deuce-deuce, nice and slim
Tucked in my Chucker boots,

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Video/DVD]

2002

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

Basement Session

Mia X

7 Sins

1996

taped full of contrabands 

My flow so grand it make the beats say damn 

Shit jumps back makes you want to holler 

But I sees nothing but dollars

Leaving October

Unlinked Artist

Country Picks Apr. 1998, Vol. 1

1998

the summer dust burning in the vent
It's just another thing that brings
your memory back to me
I think that Sara knows I'm troubled
By that scent, she

turn back
No book in your hand, no coat on the stand, no hat on the rack
Falling down, falling down
Brings you hurt and spins you round
But now I have

shouldn't be here
It brings me back to sanity
Let's me be who I'm meant to be
I'm fighting for myself
Can you see my face
The one you tried so hard to erase

that you'd probably do it different
You can still catch cold next to a flame

When he fell into your sights, were you blinded by the lights
And when you

hit the gym so I can burn some belly fat
Sending shots at Y4L, I bet we send them bitches back
Playing with my money, need it now, boy, I'd kill for

Meet me on the rooftop
Bring something from your room up
And tell me the story behind it
Call me when you've landed
I've got the lion in my hand

2013 we was hopping that fence
12 was searchin they ain't come up with shit
Up n Saks n I'm having a fit (fif)
Decent world n we building it brick by