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ain't talkin' 'bout those that
Get high with you
Niggas know, infared's on ya head
Then they ride with you

Motherfuckin' right
I'm ma roll with my

say to me is “calm down”
But all I wanna see is you now, no
I wanna be with you right now, somehow 

You in my head 
You in my head all the time 
You in

the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate

Rotate

Capone-N-Noreaga

Rotate [Clean]

2009

And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half Spanish n**** cook a brick with adobo
Smoke weed holdi'n my

you lame gang
I got me some bands, cut off my friends and stay with gang gang
Gang gang, know I let my chain hang, my chain swang
I copped me a Glocky,

Have You Ever

Kevin Gates

I'm Him

2019

(wasn't shit)
Backstabbed by the niggas you was fuckin' with (fuckin' with)
Laughed at by the niggas you was runnin' with (runnin' with)
Treated bad by

Of the Barkept I flame it
Los Jefes
Get you fired
With no exits
Imma
Son of a gun and
My momma
Is so precious
She a
Head dresser
Hair trigger
So don't press it

To keep it a stack
I just want my fucking dog back
All I wanted was a simple life, not rife with strife
Not poisoned by the Sisyphean task of tryna end each

Made In Japan

Deep Purple

Deepest Purple: The Very Best of Deep Purple [30th Anniversary Edition CD/DVD]

1980

it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight

I'm a highway star 
Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again

I'm telling horror stories,
Paint a clear pic peep my head in the door hole,
Paint splatter Warhol, Campbell's soup cans and then to the Brillow Box,

Who Wanna

Lil Wayne

Tha Carter

2004

straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass

straight through the glass house picnic wagon
You could see it by my bitch face, she thick with ass
Get slick-slick, I click-click, blast on your bitch ass

no

Okay I pull up and hop
Out like who said what?
Forty on my hip right by my gut
Put some money on your head
Bitch you'll be dead by tomorrow
Dead by

of my peers and increasing the gap 

(Polo)
On the block of the Beck
Where they never retire
I started with a cookie just to build a empire
You talking

with my eyes up to the sky
I'm going to war with my demons with my head held high
I'm going to fight until I buckle rip and tear through every muscle

Ain't I

Lizzo

Big GRRRL Small World

2015

don't got bread!)
Got a spider ass bite on my head, hangry
Feeling soupy, I brought my fuck in, yo I'm duckin'
Donald, Daffy, Howards, them cowards

Ice on my neck is so froze
I swear my diamonds so froze
These percs that I take the same color my white tee
A n**** fuck with me unlikely
Imma leave

head

Gotta Sacrifice
Trapped in my mind by a poltergeist 
Gambled my soul so I roll the dice
Over due and I paid the price
Man what is life
Can’t take

I'm holding on,
I've been set free.
You have designed something specifically for me
Made up my mind
No turning beck
Concering Your promise
The Word says

dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)

And when I move, I move out with the raw (okay)
I move out with the squad

Drugs are on my mind right now
Liquor right by my side now
Something is wrong with my head
Need a lil some to fix my shit
Drugs are on my mind right

with mozzy
Chop it up with her pops, ain't aware of our problems
His daughter heart ain't my property, got experience hidin' it
I ain't pulled

By Myself

Ying Yang Twins

Alley...Return of the Ying Yang Twins

2002

head, I'ma

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2]
Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself
Buckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else
Now red light, child

you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come