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Ky Brown In this Thang Like...

I been working on My Music I Promise
It seems I'm cattin off when I say I'm droppin
Doin this independently ain't hot

Microphone

Slaughterhouse

SlaughterHouse

2009

wussies
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?

You lil' niggaz better come off that microphone
I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone
Don't

think we worked it off of drip
Hood Babies like Haiti babies
I don't think they heard what I said
Car got supercharge, me and
Slimelife on they ass, they

Sweet Chick

B.J. The Chicago Kid

Oxnard

2018

nah, you gotta get the fuck up off me right now
Oh, baby, I been thinkin' 'bout what I gotta do all day 
And I'm fuckin' tired, Wilma tired
Damn!

days, can't escape my mental health
If we part ways, know I'll make it by myself

(I hate Yeoj)
(Lukrative)

Baby can you come kill the pain with me?
I

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

R-I-P to R-A-P
E-M-I-N-E-M's back with the D-R-E
And I'm the

S-L-I-M (what?) S-H-A-D-Y (woo)
I'm H-I-G-H (yeah), yeah, baby, high
I'm not

Where you from
Well I'm from the south of the south ,That's cool what you bout

Either makin' bread on the route Either rolling dank or I'm off

talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up 
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh 
Hang him by the ropa
Hit

talkin' shit (shit)
But this ain't what the fuck you want
Locked my CEO up 
Now it's back to coca'
Niggas talkin shit bruh 
Hang him by the ropa
Hit

Lights Out

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album

2015

grippin' on her face (on her face)
I just wanna give her what you can't
Fly her all around the world, poppin' bottles of the Ace (bottles of the Ace)
I

mean?
About you niggas smugglin, switchin, you know what I mean?
Runnin off with all my game..
[ Ant Banks ]
Oh boy
[ Vidal Prevost ]
All over, man

yeah)

Black rugs in the white Rolls, keep my glass full and my eyes closed
Poppin' tags off clothes, takin' flights domestic and international
Quit

Shes a little insecure
Shes a little less than pure
Im a whole lot more than sure that her yoni poppin
Brothels poppin hosted by apostles posted
Roses

remote controlled
Too remote controlled 
Too remote controlled 
By the bank note 

Uh
Now you pale
That I work for maself 
Ma ass off and take the shelf

Tell me somethin' homie
Uh, hrr
Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets
This my reality, to you it’s all a dream
I don’t know how

and catch a case
Ya'll got addicted of just one taste
My cum in her mouth just like toothpaste
You niggas are clones like copy and paste

What a waste

on DND
Ain't nobody seeing me
Don't know what they see in me
Think I wanna see TV
Organize some DVDs
Listen to some PND
'Bout that time to spring and clean

rabbits
Like Juice off the molly I feel savage
Livin' life Imma cuff me a bad bitch
Drop a hunnid racks just to get some brand new fits
Drop a hunnid just

assignment
Keep rising
In silence
Until suddenly
I’m on the TV screen
Maybe a DVD
Feed off my energy
If you not feeling me
You can just leave me be
I’m
In too

Man I don't give a fuck
What you gotta say about me
Cause I'm free
And I found my wings
Y'all shit's clipped
So suck my dick
And kiss my nuts
Cause

taking ecstasy
Hugh Hefner, know the secrets
Hip-hop keep 'em under the rug
I'm thinking under the mat
Trapped in the closet mF DOOM
Without being fed by

to reach the floor
All my memories are passing by my eyes
Rope around my fucking neck constricting my blood flow (flow)

So here we go, I got pillies up

Mercy

Kanye West

G.O.O.D. Music: Cruel Summer

2012

this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-man, this pill-poppin' ass ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
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