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just needed a laugh, man, ay
She gotta accent. She must’ve seen all the stacks, man
Fuckin’ your girl while I drive by some campers. You know that she

shake for me, aye
Girl I see that glance
I grab you by the hand
Gave you couple racks 
Now shake it for your mans
Your body so flawless 
Got me drippin in

lightening bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown
I wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload
That

I Think They Like Me [Remix]

Jermaine Dupri

Young, Fly & Flashy, Vol. 1 [Clean]

2005

Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh

[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like

my element with all my uptown residents
And it got better when the fuck niggas clear the way
Curves and measurements, a Curlfest veteran
This gotta be

crying in my arms
But every time you drink you wanna argue until bed 
And every time I think i'd be better off instead
Your brown eyes make me weak with

(BRIDGE)

When ur ribs get 2 showing and ur stomach get 2 touching and u gotta walk around like it ain’t nothing
Feel when ur heart get 2 thumping

know the money got be here by the mourn
Thats why I tip toe
And slowly pick up the score
Cuz they will never know the money come by the load
So just know

just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do

man
Sake of say I gotta get these bands
One by one yeah they came to attack
African man So I back my chat
Alhamdulilah for the things that we have
RIP

Let's go

Yo you're rapping 'gainst a Maazstermind
Animates to pass the time
Brown appeal: Redefined
Aussie to keep you in the line
Lookin' for

Watch dem Niggas

Nas

It Was Written

1996

started by the school, not far from the Apollo
My "fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato

Gotta

Man I must be Pablo
Lamborghini dreaming diablo
Loco when I’m scheming my vatos
My Ouens and my Naijas from Lagos
Pablo
Pablo
Lamborghini dreaming

Eazy

Son Lux

The Beautiful & Damned

2017

you're living for
Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had
Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad
Barely getting by, hella broke,

hoping I was finished Now Im critically acclaimed by the same who doubt my Business 
But Im sending you to hell to pay a little visit

Man i gotta go i

Nastyboy klick, are you down for your dj? 

Down for yourz if you're down for mine

I'll be that man dropping skill

Give your body chills

Let me wine

call me Candor, but
"You can call me Chris"
You're beautiful
Chills down my spine
Love the way you talk, I'm intrigued by your mind
Knew right then you

My man he always comes home late
Never asks what's on my plate
Doesn't seem to give a damn about my day
Well I say okay
I'll be gone one day
He never

it and heard what they telling
Come out to be true man I had hella faith
Same foot different shoe I'm surrounded by snakes
Wouldn't do it to you I

F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me

my drug you're like Bobby or Whitney
And if I ever ride would you be right there with me?
You know I like it when you get a little mad
Get a little sad

to be rapping to me when he’s
Only time’s rapper in this room see
I’m the emcee
You be something like you’re trying to be me
I can see the path that I

Pop's Rap

Common

Resurrection

1994

I just dropped by the studio, see what my son does
My main man, my son, Common Sense
They used to call me No Sense
Now they say I got plenty

tempted to
And don't lie to me do right by me
Stand beside me when you're feeling weak
Think about your woman and think again
Be a man

I don't expect a man