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feel you nigga
Niggas think I be playing and shit
Maybe cause I be singing and shit
Have you on your knees praying and shit
You talking like you super

Hey, look at this
I wanna tell ya
You’ve got your hands too full to wait
Your time is short
You’re in a rat race
You spend all days to look so great

start an only fans I'm just playing (oh nah)
To say I'm finished with this oh is an understatement (mmm)
Been wondering when you'd show your true colors

should take life by the throat
Even if we feeling down we got some time to find hope
When your backs against the rope grip your teeth and show your dope

Do You Wan Tto Get Funky

Countdown Dance Masters

Ultimate Dance Trax [Madacy Box]

1996

style's rowdy and wild
Swig it up, hit it up ooow!
 
Hey, you people over there,
let me see you throw your hands upin the air.
It's a funky groove made

Follow You

Night Riots

Howl

2015

I saw your face inside the newspaper
You saved your brother but your hand got burned Your hair was wild
just like a lion's fur
I want to lie with

I be 
In the same place 
In your arms 
And somebody else's hands
Can it be, I've broken a feather 
In this exact weather 
And maybe that's 
Why I'm

trying very hard to come out of it.
All the animals and the man said,
"Sir please save me I'll do whatever I can do
in return of this favor and show our

the Wagon
They gone play their best
If you copy
It’s a mess
If you copy
Then it’s stress
So get off your high horse
I had more when I had less
Nah, nah, nah
I

to put their hands in the air like a know-it-all
Then I put my bad bitch on side stage to show it off
Ironic, 'cause I ain't know what I was doing I'll

who really finna ride when you don't got wheels?
You Either push it by your self or they carry it with you 
I don't care if you're a nerd or you carry

em with the hammer like the Asgard god
Never been low key but hands Turn paws
Now what did your mama tell You about staying out past dark?
Here we go

on a box you fresh
Won't you let me in on
What goes on in your head?
I can tell you're perfect
Even past the surface baby girl
Do a twirl show 'em how you

and won't be back for a minute
Cuss life come quick how sick to know that your born and die in an instant
In a corrupt world of villains I'm surrounded by

Get's Down Like That

B-Legit

Hemp Museum

1996

the muthafuckin' blunt ba-by 

I do's a bird 35 down I-Eigh-ty 

I'm tryin' to get this bitch to the show now 

Oh you know it go down 

Fuckin with

Show them niggas that clip
If they want to show they ass
Throw them niggas in a bag
And take out the trash
Fuck with mine Get murked
On that grind time

window
Let that grin show
Think slow and never worry
Unless you think that blizzard might only be a flurry

So pray for a snow day
Band together on some

morally questionable child
So, it was between the years of 5th and 6th grade
I was super into origami and those arts and crafts projects
That had like,

never held a gun
Cap in his raps, he said that for fun
And you thought you can step me? What?
Super whack and that's no cap
Facts
Your bitch on my lap

When it come to talking, ima rumble
Run toes
Tell you I need you, don't fumble
Steppers by my side
HAHAHA
Yours fold
Clowns go talk, like, 'Boy, you

You got the world in your hand
And you still throw it
Picture that, matter fact
The situation shows it
Nothin bad, you're on track
You just gotta own it

to see you again after all the years
Let me pick up the pieces after all of your tears
Let be the one to swoop in like ya black super man better yet Black

sixes got me floatin like a astronaut
lookin at my watch I don't want the hand to pass the dot
money got to be the only thing I'm runnin by
chasin

finger on her pussy, yeah she got that super soaker
Man that kitty got some grip, man I thought that was a choker
Girl what you want, ill buy your whole