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Johnny Cash

Yelawolf

Love Story

2015

crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell 'em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my family loud and clear
Let 'em off, judge, I don't care how they feel

my failures, my family loud and clear
Let 'em off, judge, I don't care how they feel
Fuck it what do I care? I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down

10 putts up in the back

Tell you how it's hit
I'm tryna take the switch off from the back
I said, D, where you at
They tryna go right for rap

Let's

quiet cause you been sleeping in a futon
Looking like sponge-bob when you get detected by my A1
Shut up nigga fuck off i ain't got no day 1's

There is

miss)
This girl was kind of liking my ways
I could tell it by the smile on her face
Pardon me miss fruit-shake, with your cute face
Just bring a few mates

him,

'cause I'm about to hit him,

I hope that suit that that bitch bought to wear to church still fit him

he let his partners pump him

said we didn't

By virtue of being real we been written off
By an Industry
Very few are making a living off
Who cares though? I got the mental of a winner
Swimming

won't fade away
Let's see what trouble I can cause today
There's something in my DNA that makes
Me feel like I'm insane
If you're talkin shit, I'm

jeans by Amiri, you shop at a outlet
Your ho off the cheese like a mouse trap
We got beef
You can't even go where yo house at
Blow yo damn crib off

What's Your Alias?

Mystikal

Ghetto Fabulous [Clean]

1998

to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight

hard to let go
When bruh held me down
Cause times did get low
Some of that shit we did
Was so regretful
But nobody else was on on my level
Could a man

You take me high like Mary Jane took Bob
I know there ain't a star way up above
Thats out of my arms reach
With you here next to me 
Lets reach new

Chickens on me, ain't no Popeyes
Heard he want some beef, okay I'm pullin' up with five guys
Hear me fly by, off this dope boy I be sky high
You can

and shit
She be givin' it all
I'm hustlin', gonna go give me some bank
The people ain't seeing me, ranks won't fall
I'm movin', I let go, I got cash in

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say

Bitch I am the fuckin' scissors so I'm gonna cut you off
Don't need you two-faced motherfuckers
Need that smoke that make me cough
Cut your fuckin'

chill and then go smoke a blunt

I'm feeling pretty decent got my head up on my shoulders
Supported by your pillow laying stoned up like a stoner
Just

We gon' get it, we gon' get It Eat Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit
They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, smashing up
Two jacks

shit go
Know these bitch bitches won't write me if im up the road
Bourgeois lil’ b*tch and she outta control
She tend to get freaky when she off the dope

grip on my balls like her name Tom Brady
Top it off she gives me STDs, about eighty
She snort some PCP
She and my cock go PVP
Shoves it in a PVC
Circ’ me

What I hear and what I see? I react unwisely
Either I let go or I take in; I leave out or I go in
Heart's shattered, torn, battered
They fed misery

a either one niggas get drilled

I guess y'all should go get a shield
Walk and slain by the chop I Wield
I'm not worried about shit I kill
Hit a stain gang

walk-down's
Creep up on 'em real slow, let off five rounds
I think I'm in the UK, smoke like five pounds
Looking at me dumb? Say what's up, we go five rounds

n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by the miles/
Servin fiends another round
When we slidin thru yo time

Haa Haa
For real let's go mannn...
Get money