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blue dream
I got you singing that you need me
Blue waves cause a blue breeze
In Texas
As we blow trees

Red glow from semi truck height taillights
Casted

addicted Fire Smoke  
Volcano 
Dis Dope got me feeling Muy Bueno 
Eyes red like Kano
Bitch quit talkin bout dat shit and let that lame go

Don't blow my high

dreads on my head, kinda look like Cheetos,
That bitch going wild, going wild off the Tito's-
I be sipping red, sipping red, sipping mean-
Do it by myself

seasoned cilantro, I blow
I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo

I can't believe it, believe it (damn)
I do this shit every time, damn

Old Time's Sake

Dr. Dre

Relapse [Deluxe] [Explicit]

2009

and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with the best, the best)
I said one more time for

her holes flow

When I step up
I make the whole fuckin' floor blow up
I cause the ground beneath our feet to erupt
With every word that I utter
I make

Who Want a Problem [Main Explicit]

Swizz Beatz

Live in New York City

2007

follow me 
Yeah, you from D-Block right? 
Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights 
Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne 
Mary jane blowin,

threw the case at like 8-track tapes
Blew eight stacks at Peter Luger's 'til it's your faith at stake
Who waves at the Louis haters through the new

or somethin'
Niggas broke as hell actin' like they don't
Know how to eat or somethin'
Miami Beach Louis sandals
Know I got my heat or somethin'
At the condo, you

Young Niggaz

2Pac

Me Against the World

1995

fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin'
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin' with a twenty sack of Indo, feelin' good

snakes everybody slimey
Can't let these bitches line me
Hood infected by thotties
Money power respect nigga fuck a party
Bullets paint his body red like

playing games

Ill blow your brains 

If I switch up to the rarri

Then his head top where we aim

Dress my bitch in Louis fabric

Got them calling me

screamin' pick yo mans up

We don't do no acting, do a lot behind the cameras
Told him get his bands up, he posted by the Benz truck
Sending all those shots,

(A-A-AriBeatz)

Giacomo, Giacomo
Si ripete: "C'est la vie"
Non ha contanti né Louis V
Sognava un volo diretto a Paris
Sotto i palazzi hanno

the land of the brave or the land of the slave or the man from the cave
I'm Louis Prima, just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe
Like Mr.

nomini il flow
Meglio che tu taccia, ti blocco la faccia
C'hai presente Blow? (Oh mio Dio)

Conta i secondi prima che esploda il tuo club
Bruciano gli

not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it
You better never

Episode 1: Kill Different

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

and polka dots, we just clash
I'm here to issue challenge, y'all red flag
No Malice, I'm just bad
The Crips'll Pusha T and your head back
Go slap you in

make her tell me that's my pussy, yeah
Gotta drink that syrup, gotta smoke that cookie, yeah
Ayy, they red dot you on my say so
Two hundred racks

only fuckin' with me for the luxury
I can tell by the way she discussin' me
First date shawty say she in love with me
Fuck her now she say i did her Shun

rollin'
One will blow you away
Left me standin' all alone
Next to Galveston Bay

Well, a ramblin' gal since you were young
One big ball of yarn
That

Ejike.... Ejike
Ejike.....Ejike
Ejike.....Ejikelele
Ejike.....Ejikelele
Ejike.....Ejikelele
Ejike.....Ejikelele
Ejike.....Ejikelele

You bin dey by

turn green. 
Animals wake up from winter sleep 
to welcome the warm Sun.
The Winter Wind sees this.
"Everyone likes the Sun."
The Wind blows. 
It blows

Ransom [Remix]

Juice WRLD

Ransom

yeah

I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me