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IDGAF

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi Story

2013

tempt me
In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it
Wrecked my car

Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that young nigga melly
I'm thinking

Loose my damn mind

Damn I'm scared, nig is anyone out there

Now listen deep and closely
As my voice hypnotizes
It Chris Fucking Travis here to
Take over

Boss Life

Yfn Lucci

Boss Life

2017

Think it's a game?
Ay chain 'em and that's a hundred points

Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch

to love must’ve fallen on my head
Got a Chris brown feeling she gon take it to the head
Going to to top bitch I got it on the plot
Wanted you to be right by

Down bad I needed some help
They don’t know the pain a young n***a felt
Gucci shirt, slides, socks, and the belt
Put the fye on a young n***a watch

hop out valet
He don't talk, 'cause I know where he stay
My bad if that's yo bae
Labels want me 'cause I'm Young like Trae
I feel like Chris, they

nigga my sons, Chris Paul[00:48.47]You a whole bitch nigga, RuPaul[00:50.21]Mardi Gras took the top of the roof off[00:51.94]I can't Fuck the broad raw by

lean that this shit in my piss
Talk down, you get beat with a fist
And Shoutout out my big bro, Hollywood Chris
I just spit from the soul, I ain't tryna

energy into nonsense 
And im charged up by now that's Common sense
Anti violence is the attitude and self Driven 
Just a young man with a dream and Im

meds 
 my niggas ain’t crackin no  jokes 
my lil niggas be crackin heads 
cut um off cause that nigga a snake 
I can tell by the way that he shed

Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked

I body your man 
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam 
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find

Freedom of Preach

Ludacris

Release Therapy [Clean]

2006

real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify

[Ludacris]
Lord, please

you look
Helped me on my own verse
Young Chris with the fly clothes 
Yeah I like your flow but I could do it with my eyes closed
How the first lines go

Levitate through the bullshit, Chris Angel
Must be touched by angels
Bro got a loose foot, gripping this angle
Live fast, die young in the jungle
How

Young nigga bout his payments
Pussy nigga play wit me I put him in the pavement
I don't  really do too much or talking or debating
I ain't worried

speak wee wee
And you think I'm
Worried I disagree
Young and forever changed
With my life he rearranged
They say Chris'y
Ya you changed
More like I

occupied by the real
And it's laced with a pace, so ya mind finds appeal (aye, aye, aye)
All bass to the face, I'm pissed off
Big G, I'm 3, I'm Chris Paul

dedicated it to you and we hope you're feeling better
As Chris said, yes, we are the new sensations
And, ah, tu-ta-loo
Hi Grandma, this is Sam
Um, I hope

trust no bitch. 
Tenho foco no que faço eu sou preciso em cada click. 

Com ebony e evory e meu mano evil twin
Se dropou o seu local no drive by eu vou

D-D-D-Do that

I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga

the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve

waiting by the bay
Lower East side yea you know how we ride
It's a All black affair big bosses over here
All black suit fitted like I'm Chris tucker
You