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but you don't got a key
She tryna leave just to fuck in a suite
I go to Miami and fuck on the beach
She let me bust on her cheeks
In Chiraq, got two

got the real you,
You got the real me,
Gotta keep you close,
Thats never far that’s always,
I'll be by your side
And I'm never far away,
Pray to God

We danced in the kitchen to country music
You looked down with tears in your eyes
As you held me close, you whispered
"I can't lose this"
"I don't

Medley: Out of Hiding/How He Loves/Good Good Father

Tye Tribbett

The Bloody Win

2017

thinking of when I rose from the grave
Now rid of the shackles
My victory's yours
I tore the veil for you to come close
There's no reason to stand

But if we get it down
We can end up with something
If you got a pound, we can run it up
One hundred i know something's going down
I can feel it in my

you it's true
Lately I've been thinking bout waking up next to you
Cook ya breakfast and plan a summer trip for two
Plan a life, plan a wedding, maybe

spit
Take his heart, blow a kiss
Uh huh, this shit like BMF
We ain't the ones you should go against (nigga, I'm YRB)
I get shit outta here
You can't

me beat it up like Mayweather
Hot like a hundred degrees in the middle of December, stand close to me, you gon' feel Mayweather
I just been chasing my

you

Dancing with you 
I'll be dancing with you
When i close my eyes 
I don't have to weep 
Cause it's you by my side 
When i go to sleep 
I am dancing

hundred get you a Big Mac (Mac)
Down raw's chopped up like Tic Tacs
Front you a pack then a nigga won't switch
Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain't no extras

Two afternoon tornadoes
Where they ripped into a home
The victims believed to be elderly
Their identities unknown
Hundreds were buried for days
By

Smith Brothers

Ghostface Killah

The Pretty Tony Collection, Chapter 2

2008

your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is

I'm flyin' i'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the
Shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya
Nigga you's

Hit the Parking Lot

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

got two bottles
On the way to the Ramada getting followed by two model
One hoe say I'm a dog so lil mam wasn't tryin to holla
Bitch u right and I

to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot

Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While

clothes
And by the way, I tried to say I love you
I held you close and gave you sympathy
Such little thanks for all you did for me
But mine's a caring

to Kingston
(One) one by one, dem a come random
Ay, bwoy, nah talk to me if you nah talk millions (oop)
For di tun, tun, tun dem ah run, run, run
And a wan'

All I want is to feel your touch
Having you by my side would mean so much
When I'm low, feel like giving up
But you get me through the difficult

gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin' a nigga phenomenal
Put the energy on you, you elevate

every breath it grows, my want to hold you close
Lost in those starry eyes, I feel so purified
And stunned by your electric smile
Don't wake me up if I'm

Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang!
All my Niggas going squad deep
Benditheni, Benditheni?
Going 100 with the Broskies
You "on fire", oh, well?
Out the window

you would see
Cherished and so lovely 

(Chorus)
And baby I’d choose you
In a hundred lifetimes 
In a hundred different worlds 
Any version of reality

That’s a chance in a hundred if you take it
As I stand confronted by the faces
That I once had cluttered in my acreage
As I sat had supper with this fake

no more laughing, shit ain't funny now (Man shit ain't funny now)
Bitch what you talking bout?
You caught me by surprise when you started moving