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Cash

Waka Flocka Flame

Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family

2012

you gon get stuck there every time
Waka Flocka Waka Flocka, keep the coke up every time
Winner ate the stash, it’s alright, can’t lose they mind
Late

so much pass me by
I thought you were here to stay
But things never go my way
Things are never simple
Like
Crazy Stupid Love Actually isn't like Harry

a knife digging
Into my throat and I had my
Apartment broken into and robbed so
Many times I just
Stopped locking the door in
The years to follow, i lost

for population
Than Barak Obama, Clinton, Harry Truman, Jimmy Carter or John Kennedy
Joe Biden got more votes than any presidential candidate in history

that we loved
Down by the Chevy we were kissin' kinda heavy
Down in Murdock's garage, down in Murdock's Garage, was the place that we loved
There we'd

Yeah
Who let Stix in the door, yuh
Been kissed by liquids straight out the shower
Throw some wrists, make a place grow flowers
Embrace that mist

[Intro:]
Dirty Harry is dead [x4]
I'm here to announce that Dirty Harry is dead
Now witness the grudge from his son, Oil Can Harry, the Boss, hahaha

clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin

Step Inside

Gomez

Bring It On

2000

a traveled road

Come on, step inside
Come on, step inside, don't walk on by
Step inside
Come on, step inside

Standing in the sun, trolling cold maria

the Grinch in a pinch, but an inch from the win when his grin turns into a (My god!)
Didn't think it was possible, not at all
But he's smiling, by far,

See, in Christmas time, I get #MERKY (Merky)
Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey
(Bakaw) harry got the snow
Jamie got the flow (What?)
Shakka

I’m at the bottom of my brain
And I keep walking in my dreams
I see headlights in the rain
Passing by me on the street

In love... forget

Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"

Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)

Uh, let me tell you 'bout

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

dark by night
Summer Lightskin
Hop in the heat faster than Lil Naz on a horse
I Can't have no white legs, so you know I'm only wearing shorts
Playing

but I stand on my own with the problems
Been down by three, but I'ma score three
There's really no other option
And I'm rappin', singin' off up in my

my dirt so by now you probably hate me
I was wondering if you still wanted my baby
Harry Potter how I'm in the deathly hollow
I been walking through

with Chopsticks
Told my Bro let's get the money ain't no time for politics
Me and Timeline, Drake and 40
Curfew it was 7:30
We was waiting for the call

abide by all the kens
Living in America we're always on the grind
Even Harry's living off a watermelon sugar high
'Apple' trying to get us to track our

my ears
Before I let someone disrespect
My coast in here but the coast is clear
What I mean by that, is 2Pac ghost in here
We Outsiders, it's Point

The Heist

Busta Rhymes

The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 1

2007

style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost

The Heist

Busta Rhymes

Anarchy

2000

style
I'm in valour white designing on the 'dallions
Felt like some crackers was in back of me
Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set
Ghost

The Hostess With the Mostes' on the Ball

Irving Berlin

Call Me Madam [1950 Decca Studio Cast] [10-Inch LP Version]

1950

it takes to make 'em jell

And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell