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check blue check. Big stacks on me. I need a blue check blue check. Big stacks on me. I need a blue check check check. A blue check. I need a blue check check check. A blue check. Blue star stack it up
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. Niggaz talk *, we never mind that. Funny, never find that, Puff a dime stack. Write hot *, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'. Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo. Getcha hoe, lick her
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. Throw a stack on the Bible. Never Snapchat or took molly. She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies. Yeah, we at the top floor, right there off Doheny. Oh no, I can't *** with y'all. Yea, when I'm
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forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off. My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off. The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this. It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those
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precipitation. Stack chips for the rainy day. Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine. Rihanna, where you at?. Rihanna. You have my heart. And we'll never be worlds apart. Maybe in magazines. But you'll
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. Mansion in the hills, I got used to this. Verse 1 Future. Stack of booty bitches, I got used to this. There's Iceland in my wrist, I done got used to this. Tropicana bitches, I got all kinda flavors
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like guitar, no hero. Run the money up, stack it like Legos. Bad bitch wanna *, I say let's go, uh. R. I. P to my niggas gone. Sometimes I wish I could hit your phone. I don't really wanna walk
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cum but then then I gotta run. Cause baby, I got *** to do. Stack my bread up, *** ya head up, that's just what I'll do. Chillin' on my avenue, if you ain't remember, I remember, girl. That's where I
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. Guarantee we'll be feeling. Alright. Pre-chorus. Chorus. B. o. B. Yeah yeah. Well, keep the price tag. And take the cash back. Just give me six streams and a half stack. And you can keep the cars. Leave me
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. Guarantee we'll be feeling. Alright. Pre-chorus. Chorus. B. o. B. Yeah yeah. Well, keep the price tag. And take the cash back. Just give me six streams and a half stack. And you can keep the cars. Leave me
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, my time is now!. John Cena. In case you forgot or fell off I'm still hot - knock your shell off. My money stack fat plus I can't turn the swell off. The franchise, doin' big bid'ness, I live this. It's
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nothing but a dope boy, I'm just being honest. These niggas get shot for being honest. I * her on the spot, I'm just being honest. I'mma stack it til it rot, I'm just being honest. And I'm driving
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na na. (Na, na, na) Some na na. (Na, na, na). Some na na. (Na, na, na) She got a stack full of cakes and a million dollar waist. When she slid up on my chrome. She said, It's true Ronny Ray, you
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. Stack chips for the rainy day. Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine. Rihanna where you at?. Rihanna. You have my heart. And we'll never be worlds apart. May be in magazines. But you'll still be
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right now. Guarantee we'll be feeling. Alright. Pre-chorus. Chorus. B. o. B. Yeah yeah. Well, keep the price tag. And take the cash back. Just give me six streams and a half stack. And you can keep the
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fine. A line, my friend, can end the kind charade Layin' in my hotel room, wantin' to be alone. Needin' the time to rest my mind. But they bring in another stack of papers to sign. And L. A. 's
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don't like to dream about gettin paid. I played ball through the halls, of c-i-s. With snoop dogg's big brother, call him dirty left. Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate. The homies
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count stack. L I must have your address first. L Take your datalog recharge. L Hello, hello. R System debug freeze. R Clear restore and exit. R Exit all done
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work. And a time to play Don't be no fool and blow your stack. 'Cause once you leave, you ain't coming back. Join right in with the finger popping. Party hearty, till the whole joint's rocking Let
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, I used to be your lover now I don't even try It was champagne parties and sweet love sins. Now it's warm beer at midnight and girlie magazines. I stack the empty cans up like a freshman in school
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work. And a time to play Don't be no fool and blow your stack. 'Cause once you leave, you ain't coming back. Join right in with the finger popping. Party hearty, till the whole joint's rocking Let
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, aiming at your head for a stack. Don't judge me, don't judge me. Now my home got a Valley peak. Don't judge me, if I press your line, you a freak. Don't judge me, won't you tell a friend y'all gon' see
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, she what a man need. So I keep on falling for her daily. We was at Coachella going brazy. Stack a couple M's like I was Shady. Now I'm in Tribeca like I'm Jay-Z. Rockin' Sorayama like he pay me. I just
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, bit by bit Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by snit. Meal by meal, shout by shout. Deal by deal, spat by spat. Spiel by spiel, doubt by doubt. And that is the state of the art
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, bit by bit Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by snit. Meal by meal, shout by shout. Deal by deal, spat by spat. Spiel by spiel, doubt by doubt. And that is the state of the art
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art of making art. Is putting it together, bit by bit. Beat by beat, part by part. Sheet by sheet, chart by chart. Track by track, bit by bit,. Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by
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art of making art. Is putting it together, bit by bit. Beat by beat, part by part. Sheet by sheet, chart by chart. Track by track, bit by bit,. Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by
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art of making art. Is putting it together, bit by bit. Beat by beat, part by part. Sheet by sheet, chart by chart. Track by track, bit by bit,. Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by
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art of making art. Is putting it together, bit by bit. Beat by beat, part by part. Sheet by sheet, chart by chart. Track by track, bit by bit,. Reel by reel, pout by pout. Stack by stack, snit by
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2 - Childish Gambino. Different color, my passport, Instagram my stack load. Hashtag my day wear and your girl drink my day care. And I'm born rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho). Ain't
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watch (I know). Nice watch. No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch Stack on black, I ain't never been a high roller. Now its racks on racks. Never thought that I would ride Rover. But I'm back on
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fingers up Police wanna stop the trill. (* them, niggaz). Wanna ride in the chromie grill. (* them, niggaz). I'm a bust the blue steel. (* them, niggaz). How you's gon' hate wit a stack of
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. Nigga still getting that dough now. Niggas think I lucked up, must got me * up. Cause I been getting money Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast. Stack a hundred bills in your right
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like I'm that close. Whippin keys in the back that's how I stack dough. Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro. These assholes must be gone on that crack smoke. Try to cross the boss well let's
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pimping spending cheese. Bling bling, got a car sitting under my sleeve. Damn slow me down, cause I'm out of control. Got a stack in my pocket, that refuse to fold. So I throw away the hundreds, that
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, I'm the baker's man. I bake them cakes as fast as I can. And you can tell by how my bread stack up. And disguised in this rap so the feds back up. Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
