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raps
Waiting for niggas to come see these packs
1 hour turned to 2 then turned to 4 then turned to we'll be back
Niggas moving funny been in that gun

Baby I'm feenin' for your love, and I'm missin' you, every second of the day I think of you
Wanna lay wit'chu on a Late Night, whether talkin'

Baby I'm feenin' for your love, and I'm missin' you, every second of the day I think of you
Wanna lay wit'chu on a Late Night, whether talkin'

pimp hoes
Call Rooski call Peshy they them big fours
I'ma slide when they slide with them sticks thou
Homicide when they slide with them sticks thou

Said my girl hate when i stay out late
Want me come home eat like a dinner plate
But i got Plays to make
Girl i'm going be home late
Yeah Yeah
Be

they dressing like whore maids

Pulling up for like four days
Climax and check what Mike Khors say
Gotta be gone by the sun up
Think she Curry, the way

to the safety of the classroom
And this is a song for Coach Aaron Feis
Who died as a human shield throwing himself in front of them

And this is a song for

with a brick
Seven, eight, your bitch chose up and now it's too late
One, two, talk to your bitch and I sneak in her room
Three, four, putting it down

else instead
I barely passed all my tests, spent that whole summer in bed
4th of July fireworks solo in my apartment
I stayed up late every night
My new

a red nose
Right now
You should be playing with kids
Farewell to my old hell
Still crowded
Compelled by these memories
Twenty four hours per day
Farewell

forgot what they told us
Better watch for your homie, don't know explanation why I rock by my lonely
So you can reposition and try to fuck me again

Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives

Lulled to sleep by sirens
And the electric flash from late night trains
And life was as beige as my dad's Ford Cortina
My camp mannerisms coming across if

know I'm gonna ride 4 ya
I'll slide 4 ya
Get the tears tatted if I cry 4 ya
Set a cold night on fire 4 ya
Bet them pussy niggaz won't die 4 ya nah

Day 1

freedom come
To bring us liberty, peace and fun
One day, when the Pharaoh's outdone
He’ll let my people go

Brave Moses, with his shepherd’s rod
had heard

fighting for my cause with another twenty-four
I been, hold on
Look
Okay, midnight strikes and the one gets right two it
By three'o clock the dream feel

through my overthinking ways
Gotta bounce before I'm late to work, I swear I need a raise, but
Working hard gon' hardly get you praise
Just working

Late Night Creepin

Bun B

Trill

2005

You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
Now a days its a struggle to survive 
Some

Long Night

Tech N9ne

Search Party

2017

days
Baby I'm trying to do it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
So tell me what we getting into
So tell me

Paranoia about my image
But is it how I'm seen by other people or just myself
I guess that's the question
Question of character
And what's mine
Is it just

rah Rodger that like Aaron
We'll worry about that work tomorrow tonight we popping bottles 
Bougie wit moscato sipped on by some HBCU models 
The team

Seventeen suns rising in seventeen bedroom windows. Thirty-four eyes blooming open with the light of one more morning. Seventeen reflections in

she gotta run aarons
Take this work downtown to this nigga named Gary
Bring me back what I need, and I'ma make it happen
I'ma give you the world, keep

the whitaker's unable to
I know ain't got shit to prove
I'm tired of all these souls in my head
I'm so tired of these hoes in my bed
And I'm tied up by the posts