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Anyway

Gucci Mane

Street Gossip

2018

a kennel
Made a half a mil' in a rental (woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a Blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your

leaving a stain
And I know that your homie's behind me
And he lookin' at you like don't try me
I know you fightin' blindly 
And those fists of yours won't

I'll be your first choice
I'll be your crushed up line tonight
I'll be your bad boy
I'll be your sex toy
I'll be your wrong you be my right
Call me by my

You draw me near
With your voice
You make me steer
Out of troubled choice

I'll be your shadow
All the way
I'll rub your elbow
Every time you sway

Cold Outside

Ludacris

Word of Mouf [Clean]

2001

It ain't no one to trust but me
And I gotta make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices cause it's cold outside (it's cold

Cold Outside

Ludacris

Word of Mouf

2001

It ain't no one to trust but me
And I gotta make sure that I take care of my family
And it ain't no choices cause it's cold outside (it's cold

on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
I'm drippin' and they can't (yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate
Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half

the woods whatever you do don't pick a fight
I was up late night in the studio, grinding doing what I had to do
If you catch me on your block
Worry not I'm

thats something you already know
If I had a choice to choose
It would still be you
You on my side I can't picture us losing
But I can tell you been

Yo, bitch, a soul eater, but I keep a scythe
I stay sipping on syrup, I got me a pint
By my lonely don't care about being disliked
That bitch lovely,

encroaching
We should be free
But for another month
We'll be hoping
The last year and a half or so
We know you've felt hopeless
Losing your identity behind

now the love all gone
You better think to it 'fore
Your life get burned

Pour more, I got the endin'
'Cause she controlled half of the beginnin'
Yeah, I

Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells

a nigga lag turn to a glitches
I put all my bodies on through the pack like a pitcher
Pour the wok by the gallon fuck the pints and the pitcher

Early bird

When the hammer falls, it will break your heart
Then you will know, you should have made a choice
As to who you are, pick a path to walk

Living in two

even love at all?
My other half is lost, I'm told
But I don't know
I don't know

Half-crying I make up my bed
Half-thinking I could see your shape in it

choice
And baby it's my life
So I can fuck it up
And I can drink through it all night
Why do I try
To feel alive
I'm already half dead with this feeling

The Legend of John Henry's Hammer

Johnny Cash

Ridin' the Rails: The Great American Train Story

1975

to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."

John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John

you (he still abused you)
Can't take it back
I know it hurts
Not what your use to (not what you're used to)
Pick up your head (yeah)
Lift up your

now),
I stomped this joint from top to toe,
I found nothing but half pint two bit guys,
acting out the parts, who might have been charming,
some are in

pray for your love
But I know how this goes, cuz I've been here before
I've seen all the pictures, laid on the floor
And I know I'm, outta my mind
Tryna

back and do it how they use to
Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
You probably

and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)

Still look like a sway bar, got a big AR with the Ferris wheel
Wake your whole hood up, let that Drac' sing you a lullaby
Man of few words, I know you