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_nursery-rhymes-subscribe.jpg "Little Angel Kids Songs & Nursery Rhymes @aslamtechnical<br/>ten in the bed,family songs,10 in the bed,ten in the bed song,ten in the bed nursery rhyme,nursery rhymes ten in the bed,nursery rhymes for babies,bingo,bingo dog,kids songs,learning,little angel,little angel english,little angel kids songs,little angel nursery rhymes,little angels,little angle,little john nursery rhymes,nursery rhymes,pre school videos,preschool music,sing along,songs for kids,toddler songs,lil angel,baby john little angel")
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_ben-and-the-phonics-word-abc-song-and-kids-learning-videos.jpg "Oh my genius is an online channel which concentrates on high quality animated nursery rhymes, alphabets, train series, numbers, flashcards, how to draw and much more.<br/>.<br/>.<br/>.<br/>.<br/>.<br/>#benandthephonics #kidssongs #videosforbabies #nurseryrhymes #ohmygenius #kindergarten #preschool #ohmygenius #easylearning #educationalsongs #animatededucationalvideos#education #learningvideos #preschool #kindergarten #educationalvideos <br/>")
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![[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us](https://cdn9.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZv5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHMuIGSwZUIcFRSbIzMMpv9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_a-boogie-wit-da-hoodie-did-me-wrong-oficial-video.jpg "[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us")
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_harry-styles-watermelon-sugar-lost-tour-visual.jpg "Made by Silent Partners (Photos by Tim Walker) <br/> <br/>Lyrics:<br/> <br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want more berries <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>It’s so wonderful and warm <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/>I’m just thinking out loud <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar <br/><br/>Strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>Baby, you’re the end of June <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>Getting washed away in you <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Watermelon Sugar")
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![[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay](https://cdn5.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZF5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHuIYGSwZUqgEGOgAGEVZv9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_real-boston-richey-ft-ytb-fatt-the-type-oficial-video.jpg "[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay")
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_harry-styles-harry-styles-watermelon-sugar-detras-de-escenas.jpg "Lyrics:<br/> <br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want more berries <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>It’s so wonderful and warm <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/>I’m just thinking out loud <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar <br/><br/>Strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>Baby, you’re the end of June <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>Getting washed away in you <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Watermelon Sugar <br/>")
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_nursery-rhymes-viral.jpg "Little Angel Kids Songs & Nursery Rhymes @aslamtechnical<br/>ten in the bed,family songs,10 in the bed,ten in the bed song,ten in the bed nursery rhyme,nursery rhymes ten in the bed,nursery rhymes for babies,bingo,bingo dog,kids songs,learning,little angel,little angel english,little angel kids songs,little angel nursery rhymes,little angels,little angle,little john nursery rhymes,nursery rhymes,pre school videos,preschool music,sing along,songs for kids,toddler songs,lil angel,baby john little angel")
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_cher-christmas-baby-please-come-home-with-darlene-love-official-audio.jpg "Lyrics: <br/>(VERSE 1)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) THE SNOW’S COMING DOWN<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’M WATCHING IT FALL<br/>(CHRISTMAS) LOTS OF PEOPLE AROUND <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/><br/>(VERSE 2)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) THE CHURCH BELLS IN TOWN<br/>(CHRISTMAS) ALL RINGING IN SONG<br/>(CHRISTMAS) FULL OF HAPPY SOUNDS <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY PLEASE COME HOME <br/><br/>(CHORUS) <br/>THEY’RE SINGING ‘DECK THE HALLS’<br/>BUT IT’S NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALL<br/>‘CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE<br/>AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAR <br/><br/>(VERSE 3)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) PRETTY LIGHTS ON THE TREE<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’M WATCHING THEM SHINE<br/>(CHRISTMAS) YOU SHOULD BE HERE WITH ME<br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY PLEASE COME HOME <br/><br/>(CHORUS) <br/>THEY’RE SINGING ‘DECK THE HALLS’<br/>BUT IT’S NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALL<br/>‘CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE<br/>AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAR <br/><br/>(CHRISTMAS) IF THERE WAS A WAY<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’D HOLD BACK THESE TEARS <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BUT IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY<br/> <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE) <br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/><br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME <br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/><br/>I NEED YOU RIGHT HERE<br/><br/>PLEASE COME HOME <br/>")
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_justin-bieber-honest-feat-don-toliver-oficial-video.jpg "Written, Edited & Directed by Cole Bennett <br/> <br/>Official “Honest” Lyrics: <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest)<br/>Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (I copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) <br/> <br/>Off top you the sun in my morning<br/>I tried to get away but its boring<br/>You’re my safe haven <br/>I need it all alone <br/>And you my dime piece <br/>And I can’t take less than one <br/> <br/>You the (whew) <br/>You the one <br/>Trinity you like three in one<br/>Ratio ten to one <br/> <br/>You get spicy <br/>I like that cajun on you<br/>On occasion <br/>That’s your testimony <br/> <br/>I like that hazel on you <br/>I look straight in your eyes<br/>Holy matrimony <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest) Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) <br/> <br/>Yeah honest <br/>Spicy I like it <br/>Facetime me the weed I just might buy it <br/>Throw it back on the couch I just might try (Ohhhh spicy)<br/>Damn that booty thick <br/>I like it <br/>Hey Justin B <br/>I know you don’t do this often<br/>But this here sneak and geek<br/>Fuck that Mclaren <br/>Im ridin the jeep <br/>I got in the club with all of my thugs <br/>Im packing that pistol Pete <br/>Better watch your mouth <br/>Gotta pick a side before you jump and leap <br/>I was selling thee nickels and dimes in dubs<br/>But crack in my sock it ain’t me <br/>But baby I like it <br/>Imma pull that double R to your crib just for once<br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked<br/>Me and JB smokin skunk <br/> <br/>Oh honest <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest)<br/>Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (I copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) Oh honest")
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![[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us](https://cdn9.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZv5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHMuIGSwZUIcFRSbIzMMpv9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_a-boogie-wit-da-hoodie-did-me-wrong-oficial-video.webp "[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us")
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_harry-styles-watermelon-sugar-lost-tour-visual.webp "Made by Silent Partners (Photos by Tim Walker) <br/> <br/>Lyrics:<br/> <br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want more berries <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>It’s so wonderful and warm <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/>I’m just thinking out loud <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar <br/><br/>Strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>Baby, you’re the end of June <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>Getting washed away in you <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Watermelon Sugar")
![[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay](https://cdn5.hifimov.co/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZF5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHuIYGSwZUqgEGOgAGEVZv9-ZwDjXFfbXRucEzyAo3LhL_8cK3tlAQN5v7P/(HiFiMov.co)_real-boston-richey-ft-ytb-fatt-the-type-oficial-video.webp "[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay")
_harry-styles-harry-styles-watermelon-sugar-detras-de-escenas.webp "Lyrics:<br/> <br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want more berries <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>It’s so wonderful and warm <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/>I’m just thinking out loud <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>Watermelon sugar <br/><br/>Strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>Baby, you’re the end of June <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>Getting washed away in you <br/>Breathe me in <br/>Breathe me out <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Tastes like strawberries <br/>On a summer evening <br/>And it sounds just like a song <br/>I want your belly <br/>And that summer feeling <br/>I don’t know if I could ever go without <br/><br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>I just wanna taste it <br/>Watermelon sugar high <br/><br/>Watermelon Sugar <br/>")
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_cher-christmas-baby-please-come-home-with-darlene-love-official-audio.webp "Lyrics: <br/>(VERSE 1)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) THE SNOW’S COMING DOWN<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’M WATCHING IT FALL<br/>(CHRISTMAS) LOTS OF PEOPLE AROUND <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/><br/>(VERSE 2)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) THE CHURCH BELLS IN TOWN<br/>(CHRISTMAS) ALL RINGING IN SONG<br/>(CHRISTMAS) FULL OF HAPPY SOUNDS <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY PLEASE COME HOME <br/><br/>(CHORUS) <br/>THEY’RE SINGING ‘DECK THE HALLS’<br/>BUT IT’S NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALL<br/>‘CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE<br/>AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAR <br/><br/>(VERSE 3)<br/>(CHRISTMAS) PRETTY LIGHTS ON THE TREE<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’M WATCHING THEM SHINE<br/>(CHRISTMAS) YOU SHOULD BE HERE WITH ME<br/>(CHRISTMAS) BABY PLEASE COME HOME <br/><br/>(CHORUS) <br/>THEY’RE SINGING ‘DECK THE HALLS’<br/>BUT IT’S NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALL<br/>‘CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE<br/>AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAR <br/><br/>(CHRISTMAS) IF THERE WAS A WAY<br/>(CHRISTMAS) I’D HOLD BACK THESE TEARS <br/>(CHRISTMAS) BUT IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY<br/> <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE) <br/>PLEASE <br/>(PLEASE)<br/>PLEASE <br/><br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME <br/>BABY, PLEASE COME HOME<br/><br/>I NEED YOU RIGHT HERE<br/><br/>PLEASE COME HOME <br/>")
_justin-bieber-honest-feat-don-toliver-oficial-video.webp "Written, Edited & Directed by Cole Bennett <br/> <br/>Official “Honest” Lyrics: <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest)<br/>Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (I copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) <br/> <br/>Off top you the sun in my morning<br/>I tried to get away but its boring<br/>You’re my safe haven <br/>I need it all alone <br/>And you my dime piece <br/>And I can’t take less than one <br/> <br/>You the (whew) <br/>You the one <br/>Trinity you like three in one<br/>Ratio ten to one <br/> <br/>You get spicy <br/>I like that cajun on you<br/>On occasion <br/>That’s your testimony <br/> <br/>I like that hazel on you <br/>I look straight in your eyes<br/>Holy matrimony <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest) Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) <br/> <br/>Yeah honest <br/>Spicy I like it <br/>Facetime me the weed I just might buy it <br/>Throw it back on the couch I just might try (Ohhhh spicy)<br/>Damn that booty thick <br/>I like it <br/>Hey Justin B <br/>I know you don’t do this often<br/>But this here sneak and geek<br/>Fuck that Mclaren <br/>Im ridin the jeep <br/>I got in the club with all of my thugs <br/>Im packing that pistol Pete <br/>Better watch your mouth <br/>Gotta pick a side before you jump and leap <br/>I was selling thee nickels and dimes in dubs<br/>But crack in my sock it ain’t me <br/>But baby I like it <br/>Imma pull that double R to your crib just for once<br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked<br/>Me and JB smokin skunk <br/> <br/>Oh honest <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>Your modest <br/>I like it (I like it) <br/>You stay down <br/>And you the baddest (baddest)<br/>Find you in the cut <br/>I copped it (I copped it) <br/> <br/>Honest (honest) <br/>You kept it real with me from jump (from jump) <br/>It’s 23 when you get dunked on (splash) <br/>I put it in and that’s your song (and that’s your song) Oh honest")
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