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Black Out

Young Thug

Jungle Rules

2017

the pills and liquor 'til we black out

My driveway cost a couple million just in cars
That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole
Fly by you

Cross Me

Plies

Realer

2018

on begging you to stay
I couldn't hold on, so please forgive me, I wasn't strong
I take my lick and I move on
Fuck them niggas for life, the way they did me

It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man

Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both

Witness my enemies die when I ride by
They shouldn'ta tried me
I send they bodies to they parents up North
With they faces they wrists and
They nuts cut off

motherfucker

(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)

Please leave a message after the tone
"Ayo, B, this Caesar, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be

Been the man since a girl 
I'm talking 13 years old 
Next nigga break my heart 
Den I'm fucking up his re-up
Niggas get too comfy 
Tryna play me
Get ya D

supper.''

Then my conscience was narrow and pure,
But someway by random it rackit;
For I lifted twa neivefu' or mair,
While the happer said, ''Tak' it, man

of roast meat.


The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his

see you stand on it"
Huh, found out I'm they father but I ain't Benjamin
Told that bitch don't claim me, I ain't never been your man
Sonnin' niggas like

With deposits of bribe getting rich bothered by nix
'Cause it’s a vibe to be rigged started with this force it’s alive
I legit got it, hau batla gura

Saginaw Michigan

Faron Young

Faron Young [Compilation]

2005

Saginaw Michigan
I said, "Honey I'm a-coming home, please wait for me
And you can tell your dad I'm coming home a richer man
I've hit the biggest strike

the money, it don't exist
I got a big ass cheque, so you know I'm rich
I'm with my nigga AD, so you know it's Krip
And if Dash come in, it's over with
I'll TS

It's Nothing

Fat Joe

Hip Hop #71: True Gangsta

2003

bad bitches, down hoes, hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hooood
Believe me its nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad our time
Believe me is

Peaceful Journey

Heavy D & the Boyz

Peaceful Journey

1991

a friend for? Through rich and through poor
Kinda like a marriage balanced on a different floor
A friend could tell you things that he wouldn't tell

and Jon B but bitch I was raised by the Gotti, Ashanti, So bodies on me
Yeah I’m the papa OG, and you snotty nose, vamanos, rapido please
Pour me coqui

ships like anchors
Manaman had strength samson
Manaman knew tons like stuey
Still by any means like malcom
Them man just talk won’t do it
Them man run

Save us again
A plane will help us get away
Please man just buckle up
It's a one way trip with no return
Chickychchikychachacha
We will dance for years

chillin' in the club, no game
Brotha mad at me 'cause I got cheddar cheese
When the club close got his girl on her knees (uh)
Oh man, please (what?),

(Ching ching)
And that's a big bet bet bet 
And now a make a bitch get wet we wet wet 
And I got money yeah I'm rich rich rich (Yeah I'm rich)
Why she

Babe come check how I live
Babe come check how I do it
I ain't fucking with niggas they weird
Rich by myself thirty kay I blew it
Really want a buss

of the U.S. 
Where you got to be strapped like a semi

Get rich or
Or be ready to die


Where we're surrounded by crooked cop, drugs, and prostitution

Come

Getting rich from the dog food
Money getting it
Pouring liquor just to numb the feeling
From the bottom getting by
Things you gotta deal wit
Comes to steps

figures
Fuck your xd cause this Kay is much bigger

They like hold up  nigga now you tripping 
I Cheated death once I ain't going till I get rich
Never by