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and background, and in 
their common engineering and  
imagining, because the sound of a  
field that's worked and played on  
by a black family'n'em for a hundred

Amsterdam

Rick Ross

God Forgives, I Don't

2012

and dark corners, it's night embark on us
Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive

Hook Up

Lil Baby

Hook Up

2017

(mama)
Put a hundred racks in my mama's savings (racks)
Fuck all that bullshit, keep me a full clip (fuck it)
Dressed in all white like some cool whip

running laps, around these niggas

I been running laps, all in circles, round these squares
Probably put a hundred thousand miles on these Nike airs
Yeah, I

Real Shit

Eric B. & Rakim

Classic

2003

rhyme? 
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine? 
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind

or the plat cook
Call my nigga juan cuz he taught me how to crack cook
Running up on schemer getcho muthafucking back took

Four hundred fifty four grams by my

down and I run at you
Yeah

I'm painting portraits while endorphins spinning
I'm high as hell when indulging in these gorgeous woman
Pave the future

I'm one hundred miles away
And I'm stuck running in place
With you time flies by but when you're gone I find
That I'm just waiting for the second you

soon
Told him we should film it at my desk by the Mac too
Hundred likes on my page
I’mma drop it this Sat. dude
A remix, favorite rapper
A song, called

Lately Lyrics - GrizzAgrand

Lately been running it
Running it up
Stick to the code not givin a fuck
She begging me to jump back in them guts
Beat up

Right there by the door, Yeah

This gone pop it off 
This gone top it off 
I'm in the paint like Andy Warhol 
This for all my dawgs 
I don't do

Blindly falling over trampled mosses grown
(You're running you're running)
Disputed adhesive of your own
(It won't stick)
Tripping on nonsense,

But I recognize the top
And when you got nothing
 you could recognize a lot
So you grind 'till you shine by
Connecting all the dots, yeah
To life's

over here
Hidden in the mud
Running out of love

Pass that shit please niggas damn
I don't like rules but they force it
Zadok with me in the fortress
I

There's a hundred empty bottles on my wall
Drink em up, count em all 1 by 1
There's a place I wanna be that sets me free
Until then I'm whiskey

You ask me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stole him
For all I know, even murdered
By nightfall, we will have left your Earth

running up my bag that's fasho sho
Two hundred on the dash that's fasho sho
I been running up my bag that's fasho sho
First pick in the draft that's fasho

Keep it a hundred I'm one of the best
Could see da shit on me didn't come here to flex
Balencis look chunky da ones wit da "s"
I been getting money

She drop a pin yeah
She knows I'm coming
Thirty six hundred miles oh I'm running
She need me bad yeah
Yeah she buzzing
Thirty six hundred miles

Throw on a beat
I feel so descriptive
Bitch I'm gifted
By the higher power
Thank God for the bars
I can rhyme for hours
Took a step back from the world

ima make a play
I'm running up a bag give a fuck what they say
I'm throwing all the twenties putting hundreds in the safe
I gotta keep it on me where

the steak strip and mixed it with the lobster
Sipping Dom Perignon with the fettucine pasta
You aint never seen a hundred bands I can tell by your posture
You

(Cheap)
I'm steady running up Hundreds (Hundreds)
While you're girl on my dick, (Dick)
Yeah you know how I'm coming (Coming)
Yeah she loving on me, (Me)

Do what I do and I do what I write
A matter of time is a matter of mine
And the rhythm been blue, sunshine you can feel it
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