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Sinatra, I really
Can't sing
Looking in front of the mirror posing like James Dean
(Wake up) come on, let's get realistic
When I quit this shit I get

& come out with a lesson

Just ride for a nigga
Just pride in a nigga
Take ya problems can you put to the side for a nigga
Cosign with a nigga, can't let

& come out with a lesson

Just ride for a nigga
Just pride in a nigga
Take ya problems can you put to the side for a nigga
Cosign with a nigga, can't let

tool
Never thought I would've gotten this far with you
Almost lost you, and for that I am a fool
Play yo girl to the left, don't think that's cool
Let me

to the left, don't think that's cool
Let me explain, just listen, imma take you to school
I'm good by myself but with you with it's a power team
Laying up

the big ol' Christmas tree
The beautiful carols that we loudly sing
So put a smile on your face and come on through
And have a Merry little Christmas from

Pussy this aint yall street
Cole imma make you proud
Imma fuck up Wall Street
I know that your plan was bigger
Than the World we all see
Let me come back

day
Jesus Christ is reborn
Now we sing in humble joy
For what has been done for the Kingdom

Save us oh Lord, make us whole
Let it be done according

streak a mile long
And I was born to sing the blues
For a year I've lived by the ballpark
Where the major leaguers play
And for a year you have not been in

I make shawty sing them hymns
Singing in falsetto she won’t let go now she want my kids
Thursday night I got my new fit
Shawty at my faucet for my new

Sing me a song down by the river
Kiss me like you mean it let me know you're a giver, a giver
Hum me a tune down by the river
Show me how you like let me

bermuda 
Fuck the boomers, united unibombers 
Who say the problems were caused by obama
Starved for fucking drama 
Lets start the catalyst
Anonymous to map

Job

Foxy Brown

Bravo Black Hits

2000

pay like you weigh 
You could come by, shit you can't say 
That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon 
 
'Cause ain't nothing going on but

to watch the children play

cnd see them grow up strong

c chance to be alone to pray

cnd sing my morning song

 

La Da Da Da Da ................ Sing

Bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in

Where

the kind of a so
At people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. we uh, understand how hard it is to laugh

the whole world around
Give me the kind of money way go make bill gate call my name
How he go be say person way get house come dey find where to stay
He nor

Caught up in a wave, I’m bringing hip hop back to its proper place let’s all sing Amazing Grace
All I see is Cain And Abels, I don’t really want

Fortune waits for no man 
So we're serving up our own plate our own plate (come on) 
Go beastmode or go home 
Love the streets like my own home (yeah)

Fortune waits for no man 
So we're serving up our own plate our own plate (come on) 
Go beastmode or go home 
Love the streets like my own home (yeah)

Alright, I’m just fucking around, let’s fucking go

Yeah, let’s get it, let’s hit it
Your bedtime? gone miss it,
Your mind’s a runaway train, rather

provide the company,
And sing your heartbreak song.

Y.D.U (you don't understand)
Here we come! Here we come!

my preference
A Savior to guide my step, but I need to let Him
God loves all His children and I'm no exception
Christ suffered for my sins yet forgives

buck 'em til they holla
We gon let it rain like Nina Ross
with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets
Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in