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the heartbreaks
Let it go, my reckless 20s
Let it flow, almost 30
Let my body move the music
No regrets, no worries on me
Almost 30 oh
(Yo I choose to win)
Almost

Hit the Parking Lot

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

the club juss swervin'
Hit the hit the parking lot by the club juss swervin'

Sat it on dem big 6's couldn't play games with dem 20's
That wet paint is

you know it don’t stop
Gettin to the money nigga round the muh fuckin clock
Gotta pocket full of 20’s bitch I’m trapped out racked out
Only want

like a strippa'
Throw that ass round n round make it move just like a spinna
Let me see you shake that twerk that
Let me see you bounce that work that

a party (A party)
They way she move her body (Her body)
F****** With Lil Mama Twerk It Out Like it’s Pilates (Lets Go)
Roll that body baby get it baby (Roll

gon' let a nigga hit
Chubby nigga with the stick
Give it up, give it quick
40 clip with the dick

22 diamonds like piss, ayy
22 diamonds like shit, woah

This right here for the money makin bitches
Y'all niggas out here y'all wanna see sum pussy?
What Hannin, Yall gotta pay to play, let's go
Shake it

That's why I call my 5 the motherfuckin' walkdog
I'm off perk 20's and xan's and adderall
And my woadie, he just waitin' on the go to hit 'em all
If my hoe

addicted when it's spitted, well kid I'm working
Trunk on wave, just like a white boy serving
20's be hurting, when I hit the curb slow
Make sure next year,

it in my safe
It's never enough on my plate
Blue hundreds I'm stuffing my face
Green 20's soul food plate
Pink Runtz Ice Cream Cake
Sippin Drank punch

I Wanna Know

Joe Budden

Rage & the Machine

2016

can do it, but a stranger gotta go help first
I called moms on the phone, here's what I told her real quick
I said my 20s flew by with no control

sliding just don't let nobody know
And you know I got it for the low
Rest in peace to my nigga shawty lo
On go so you know I gotta go
Have em come get you

hoodies
But when it's sunny I come out wit' a skeet
I ain't cuffing, know these bitches be skeet
Like five 20's imma keep it a beam
Next pussy, bet that

daddy spoil
Tega just threw a word Dee Wayne Dey with me by seven
Forget church packaging all man still wan go the heaven
But you see these girls, go Dey

when it comes to me 
Fuck it lil mama, here let's see
We French inhaling on these trees 
Just take it off no strip tease
Throwing 100, 20's and these

and flexing
But stay with me and you gone be alright cuz by the end of the night there might be a gun fight

Baby pop it like my gun let me see you make some

only serve the biscuit
Leave your blood on the street
You get curbed with blisters
Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain
And I clear it out
All

forget none of you pussies and the
Rest of y’all been playing too long
Let's take it back to Vegas on
My 22nd at the Palms got a call
My life was being

an asshole, i’m well aware
If it’s not bout’ money then i do not care
20’s and 50’s and 100’s
She like the way that i run it up
Cause i gave her a couple

the police

And runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
From the homies

Runnin, runnin
Runnin, runnin
Like a Merry Go

Runnin, runnin
Runnin, runnin
For they let it go

be stuntin'
She movin' fast for them 20s
She choosin' up for them 50s
All my niggas throwing bills
I'm tryna see more than titties
I don't know her

I'm off the juice
Got These niggas is woozy
Chain on my neck let it hang like a noose
Thumbing through 20s and 20s and hunnids got paper cuts
I'm in

the night club
See me glowing in my fucking 20s
In a rockstar
All 7 days per the week taking a pipe
Taking some pills with some wine
I got own vices, I don't

me
This ain't no Dorothy
And them mistaken
For no Toto
You'll get your shorty killed
By niggas that's trained to go though
Smoke weed every day
Count