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catch your eye Would you like to go on a date with me? And, I know, it's old-fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty-five Don't you know your
for me Twenty six possibly I sang to 'em gossiply I'mma die awesomely with grands on the top of me Mockin' me, I'll turn ya chest into podomy
- we won't work No Baking Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt Got 'em - strap on 'em my shell with ducktapes See nervous - while the Greyhouse
and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll creep, too They'll slang
(What?), Suburbans and jets (What?) Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure) (Hook2x [B.G.]) Big Tymers - they g's, too Them niggas'll
supermarkets With this girl of mine Now I'm nearly twenty Sick in heart and brain Haven't got the courage My life is down the drain, down the drain Down
to try I catch your eye Would you like to go on a date with me? And I know, it's old fashioned to say so Five times five equals twenty five Don't
I'm fifteen for a moment Caught in between ten and twenty And I'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are I'm twenty-two for a moment
me on your bed, I was holding my breath Didn't know that I shouldn't trust 'Cause I was only fifteen And you were fucking twenty-three And you
And a phone that can't text and twenty years rest Build a bomb shelter, bite a belt for the stress Never know what's next, next Sleeping with my clothes
Pluto, ayy Ayy, ayy Uh, super dark soda, super high in focus Hunnid' thousand in twenty minutes, shit all through promoters I still feel like I'm
the twenty second of loneliness And we've been through so many things (Creep) I love my man with all honesty But I know he's cheating on me (Creep) look
them doors, we wavin' them fours We came with the blicky, just give me your cash 'Cause niggas be dyin' every twenty-four Hand to hand with the work
the same twenty-four hours I got, why wait? She wanna go on a date, so I took her to Cabo Put designer on her pancho, pussy, no drugs on nostrils See this
D.A. got that dope Friday, Saturday, Sunday night Only girls in the crib if they 'bout that life (yeah) Twenty-twenty-five, is the usual
anything to know who shot ya And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya Somebody knows Can't believe it's been this long Twenty years have
Hindsight twenty twenty Future not as clear But I'm a rider till I die Put bullets 'tween my eye I just ask that I can make my peace with god and say
Yeah, come on Bad Azz is here Come on All year Mister 2000 All year Millennium music Mister twenty first century Its like race car lights
cheaper I can buy anything cheaper than you [Frank:] Fifty cents [Annie:] Forty cents [Frank:] Thirty cents [Annie:] Twenty cents [Frank:] No, you
girl I wanna learn You could show me that, you could teach me things Welcome to the mall, here's ya first pinky ring 20 karats, 20 grand, Paris Hilton
niggas who ready to bust back Now check this look: I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring 20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard to say or tell When there's love in the air
hold the ink while river rats fall off the raft and sink Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
in the Expedition I'm on chrome, 20 inches you know who I be Oh yes, you know me 4 feet, millionaire, that's H-O-T Whoa-ty, slow down, you might be
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