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[wisedeerbreadbananaisland]

OxyContin, Xans, molly (lean) Carti (yeah), Carti, ooh (cash), Carti (cash), Carti (yeah) Gang (gang) with me (with me), Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari) Switch (switch) lanes, Bentley, 'RariBih, bih Doo-doo-doo, bih! Doo-doo Mmh, yeah!Lil' nigga countin' (countin') up (up) Big (big) guap (guap), Carti (Carti) up (up) Lil' shawty (shawty) wanna fuck (fuck) I'm in Lenox (Lenox) countin' up (up) Fuck a bitch (bitch), tell her, "Fuck" (yeah) Yuh, yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh) Number 9 (what?), keep it tucked (yeah) Number (N)ine (nine) jeans, yeah (yeah) Got a bitch (bitch) fiendin', yeah (yeah)Fendi, Prada, look, shawty (shawty) Spend a quarter million on some mollys (mollys) Might just fuck me a model (model) Poppin' bottles all the time (ooh) Little nigga, stop whinin' (yeah) I just fucked this bitch, yeah, yeah We just got some new shit We gon' hit 'em (yeah) with that stick (shit) Pull up on yo' block quick (quick) QuikTrip ('Trip), how I keep a zip (zip) I got all the gas (gas), I got all the pills (pills) Niggas simp (simp), Carti pimp (up)Big (big) guap (guap), Carti (Carti) up (up) Lil' shawty (shawty) wanna fuck (fuck) I'm in Lenox (Lenox) countin' up (up) Fuck a bitch (bitch), tell her, "Fuck" (yeah) Yuh, yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh) Number 9 (what?), keep it tucked (yeah) Number (N)ine (nine) jeans, yeah (yeah) Got a bitch (bitch) fiendin', yeahOxyContin, Xans, molly (lean) Carti (yeah), Carti, ooh (cash), Carti (cash), Carti (yeah) Gang (gang) with me (with me), Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari) Switch (switch) lanes, Bentley, 'RariPoppin' painkillers, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) I just poured a four inside the liter, yeah, yeah And your bitch just said she need a real nigga, yeah, yeah Raf Simons that's on me, bitch, no Hilfiger (no Hilfiger), yeah, yeah I was on the block 'til I got up, nigga ('til I got up, nigga), yeah If your bitch gon' fuck she gon' get stuck, nigga (she get stuck), yeah, yeah Told her hurry up, we gotta rush, nigga (gotta rush) 'Cause these niggas snitchin' on the up niggas (on the up), yeah, yeah (up)Big (big) guap (guap), Carti (Carti) up (up) Lil' shawty (shawty) wanna fuck (fuck) I'm in Lenox (Lenox) countin' up (up) Fuck a bitch (bitch), tell her, "Fuck" (yeah) Yuh, yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh), yuh (yuh) Number 9 (what?), keep it tucked (yeah) Number (N)ine (nine) jeans, yeah (yeah) Got a bitch (bitch) fiendin', yeah

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Yeah Yeah, yeah (ProtegeBeatz) Uh, gang I bet that nigga get sprayed I'm sprayin' out that cut with that chop Ayy, benihana, whip it right in your zone I'm still wearin' bust down, big Cartier Bust down that Cartier, nigga, I trap with that AK Don't play with the gang, nigga, play where you stay I'm Zone 1, westside, nigga, that's Money Gang I don't bust down no fire, like to put that on gang Swing in the trap, nigga know I've been trappin' off quick bags Young nigga smokin' on dope, nigga pussy Nigga slide through my hood, need that chain, gon' be took Nigga sell me a bird like nobody was lookin' Flex on that Money Gang, blowin' on ZaZa Young Drako, all night with the rah-rah Pop out the cut, nigga pop like Impala Whippin' up dope, magic, ta-da Fuck nigga run and get popped like my collar Young Drako real dripper, I'm rockin' Prada Whip up that dope in some new Balenciaga Top of the condo, I'm chillin' with [?] Talk of the city, I'm back on my pivot Nigga want smoke, let's get it Flex up that Money Gang, that's my committee Slide on your block with 150 ZaZa, Draco was smokin' on ZaZa Slide on your block with that choppa, blah, blah Big Draco, but I'm higher than How High Big Draco connected like WiFi Slide on your block right now Big Backwoods, smokin' something exotic Then I go and bust down my wrist, it stay quieted, yeah

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Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it but I still love youI still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still loveAyo, they could never make me hate you Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful I'ma keep it movin' be classy and graceful I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learned that yet All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible that they love you When really they no different from all your rivals But I still don't wish death on 'em I just reflect on 'emPills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it but I still love youI still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still loveYo, people'll love you and support you when it's beneficial I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue Soon as you out a niggas' lives is when they start to miss you They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish with you But I sped off in the Benzy I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy So I pop pills for 'em Cop cribs in the hills on 'emPills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it but I still love youI still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still loveI get high off your memory I get high off your memory I get high off your memory In due time we'll be fine In due timeI still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love

[wisedeerbreadbananaisland]

I've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin' life like beginners And this is only the beginnin' I'm on the top of the mountain Puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin'Million 5 on the Visa card Hundred bands still look like the fuckin' tires Nigga servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks I won't do nothin' with the bitch, she can't even get me hard Somethin' wrong with the pussy Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'ma still make sure that she does shit Me and my Rollie, we don't get caught up like that, no way We ain't got time to go see doctors, J (Who said money?) Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches and yawnin' Hey, this a show bitch you performin' I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch Hop on a random bands, I'll take out their funds, bitch I got a moms bitch, she got a moms bitch I got sisters and brothers to feed I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm a OGI've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin' life like volcano And this is only the beginnin' I'm on the top of the mountain Puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin'Still screamin' "Fuck the otherside" I'ma ride for my niggas, aye And I'ma die for my niggas, aye Ain't gonna be latching on my niggas boy Niggas couldn't see me if they had a genie I'ma live my life like Beanie, R.I.P. my brother Beanie I stack my racks to the ceiling, now these niggas can't beat me I just might wake up when Chanel and these bitches can't see me I'm in a whole other league I ain't got aids but I swear to God I would bleed 'Til I D.I.E 28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E Pee on top of these bitches God told me they can never stop me so they ain't gon' stop me I'm in that coffin with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy I'm bleedin' red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting They wanna know how I got M's and I ain't finish collegeI've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin' life like volcano And this is only the beginnin' I'm on the top of the mountain Puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin'I do it for my daddy, I do it for my mama Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up And well I be beating on my chest, in the jungle, aye Money on money, I got commas in every bank Sunday through Monday I've been grindin' with no sleep Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like no way Thugger Thugger, that's my brother, brother You don't want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle knuckle Buckle up like a seatbelt or I'll shoot yah Punchin' on the gas, too fast, and I lose yah Give me a bed, I'll do her, I want a head, Medusa I swear a nigga gone cause this strong I'm blowin' super Grindin' for a new day I'm skatin', like that nigga Lupe Hey, I'm on the top just like toupee Hey, I'm in her mouth just like toothpasteI've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom, to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin' life like volcano And this is only the beginnin' I'm on the top of the mountain Puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin'

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Kay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cause I ball hard, (No bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman, (And I'm the J.R-ah)Okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, "shut up bitch, swallow!" If you can't swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles Fresher than a mother fucker, yep I'm a mother fucker No I won't take your girl, but I'll sure take her tongue from her Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other womanAs I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks Got my own shoe brand, new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets I made too much money, but I ain't make enough yet So I scratched and, yes, Jr. is the best So many niggas from my hood on they back So many niggas from your hood on they back That's why we so paid and it be like that I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a GatYeah only sipping red champagne White tee red hat red bandanna Uptown, choppers for companions Fuckin' with the Birdman then we fuck up your companion Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3, no advances All my cars automated, automatic No lie we don't even drive no Astons Uptown we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money we the champions

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Young Money! You dig? Mack I'm going inA millionaire I'm a Young Money millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil I leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancing on the bridge, pussy popping Tell the coppers ha-ha-ha-ha, you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them goon rules, if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em, you can't man 'em then you mop 'em, you can't stand 'em then you drop 'em You pop 'em cause we pop 'em like Orville RedenbacherMothafucka, I'm illA million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoke in the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing, you ain't scaring nothing On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch And she ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: you ain't got shit Motherfucka I'm ill, not sick and I'm okay, but my watch sick Yeah, my drop sick, yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick, I'm itMothafucka, I'm illThey say I'm rapping like B.I.G, Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil' Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that boy, you knew that, true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't O U like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Mothafucka, I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips poking out the coupe, look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain, dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me, they don't feel me, but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

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[Intro – Fela iku'kula'po Kuti] My father was a Pastor; y'know, a Missionary And, everything had to be English We were not even allowed to speak Our country's language in schools They called it, language of the country They called our own languages, Vernacular English was the real language I had to speak in school So, everything was English My name is Ani'kula'po "Oluwa!" I have death, in my pouch. I can’t die "Baba Nla!" They can’t kill me "Turn up!" [Verse 1] Fela ti pada wa, I want to light up the Shawarma Two chains on, no shirts on Niggas say cheese to the camera Two hands up in the air, like say you get yawa with Olopa Please don't try to interfere, when am getting cake like it's 15th of October Ani'kula'po, Kuti! .. Ani'kula'po, Kuti! Everyday na like my birthday, talkin'bout the government na my duty Fornication and adultery, Omo na big sin That's why you see me getting married to any kind of shawdy wey I give D! I'm simply that special type of guy, lat’Abeokuta Always wanna try new things I dey pull strings like I dey play guitar Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties [Chorus] x2 Afro-beat .. High life! Smoking weed .. High life! 27 .. House wives! I dey do whatever I like [Bridge] Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! - yaah! "My name is Ani'kula'po Ara-ra-ra-raaa! .. Oro-ro-ro-rooo!" [Verse 2] Dey Shrine, Stoned! These rappers want my star cloned Green light, Go! Agree, you're fucking with the right pro Omo Eckō, Omo Gbanko .. boy, I get it with my eyes closed Heard your record, shit is whack though We just dey spread am like bar-code Cut it, cut it .. getting the paper with Bagco Bugatti Veyron o fast o, find me the one wey get Nitro Cut it, cut it .. burning tyre, burning weed up I roll up, it's the re-up, AB kush fucking me up Got fresh goons, looking G'd up Girls take turn to beat the meat up Got fans that could die for me, and that’s what I call true love [Chorus] x2 Afro-beat .. High life! Smoking weed .. High life! 27 .. House wives! I dey do whatever I like

[Hook] Typical African wey go study music for London, instead of Medicine I gat two things on, just my mic and my panties Prrrrrr-rrrrrrr-rrrr! - yaah! [Outro - Fela Ani'kula'po Kuti] Music is the weapon Ara-ra-ra-ra; Oro-ro-ro-ro oo "This'a hell of a mission, this'a hell of profession Hate to so abort the mission, plan is to re-do the mission This'a hell of a mission, fantasy turn a profession This'a fun in profession, can't afford to fail the mission {Fela .. Fela !!}" x till fade Music is the weapon Music is the weapon of the future

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Yeah Uh-huh So seductiveI'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaI'll take you to the candy shop (yeah) Boy, one taste of what I got (uh-huh) I'll have you spending all you got (come on) Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaYou could have it your way, how do you want it? You gon' back that thing up, or should I push up on it? Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level Dance floor jam-packed, hot as a tea kettleI break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho In the hotel, or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you intoGot the magic stick, I'm the love doctor I ain't finished teaching you 'bout how sprung I got ya Wanna show me how you work it baby? No problem, get on top Then get your bounce around, like a little riderI'm seasoned vet when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with this stick I'm trying to explain, baby, the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands, ha-haI'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaI'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaGirl what we do, what we do And where we do, and where we do The things we do, things we do Are just between me and you, yeah, oh yeahGive it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on the top, ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before 'Cause I ain't never put it down like thisAs soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper It's like it's a race who could get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch 'em in thongs? Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm goneI touch the right spot at the right time Lights on, or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive you should see the way she whine Her hips in slow mo' on the floor when we grindLong as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping Dripping wet with sweat, man it's on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is goneI'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head girl don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaI'll take you to the candy shop Boy, one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaI'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl don't you stop Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoaI'll take you to the candy shop Boy, one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa