Had 300/600 front street at my granny's house. You like Pac up in Juice, I be how Nas be in Belly. They fell in love with the movement. With that in mind, there's no song better than "Shake It" to make that statement known.
Don't claim to be a opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease. Got 27 g's in my true religion jeans. For the Love of New York. Uh, them hitters come out at the night time. Got 15 for a show hell nah that's too petty. I don't gotta piss or nothing. Walking around with 50 gs but i ain't a boy wants. Let the work out thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (damn). I'm just talkin' the truth, bitch. The Charlie Daniels Band - Long Haired Country Boy. Got niggas pocket watching tryna add up what I bought.
When it's time to show affection again. And how could we forget that Sisqo made a song about a certain style of underwear that had everyone ready to hit up Victoria's Secret. Forbes list, I'm tryna be one of the richest, I can't settle. On gang-gang, on Hollygrove. And speaking of IG, leave it to Yo Gotti to get your DM's poppin'. Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Fishin' in the Dark. Now even when it's gloomy, still know how to make my day shine. Walking around with 50 gs but i ain't a boy gets. On the road to forever, we can't fall by the wayside. Expensive nightmares on a-. Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out. Runnin' from the graveyard so we pack heat.
Even getting outside of explicitly graduation-themed music, artists like Paul McCartney and Britney Spears have recorded sentimental songs that tackle topics like the hope for brighter days ahead or the difficulty of life's transitional phases that would fit well into a graduation-themed playlist. One in the head of my lil' pistol, make the biggest gangster get low. There really is no better way to celebrate the occasion than by having the perfect playlist of tunes to soundtrack the memorable day. Living lawless, they might say I'm a menace. But the law won't let me judge gon try and give me 50. 100 Classic Old Country Songs Playlist | Holler. And we all special in some way.
But if a pussy play, we knock him off. I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge. I'm so sick of, "Farewells" and "R. P's". Seen his daddy gang bangin', one day, he might take his spot.
Bitch, just be grateful if you got a chance to witness that. Can't buy for nothin'. Tryna choose your thoughts over your feelings, that's the hardest fight. Man, you won't believe who I found out the nigga who killed Jacob. Facts Lyrics Chief Keef( Keith Farrelle Cozart ) ※ Mojim.com. Father God, I just pray for forgiveness. From the spelling on the hook—"I'm F-R-E-E, fuck-n***a-free"—to her witty insults—"He say, 'Y'all be living fast, ' nah, pussy boy, you slow, " Big Glo's got the bars to match the charisma, and there's a whole lot of it. Remember every line from that obituary poetry. Baby, I'm a soldier, you won't find nobody solider. And the guns, better get low (Kid).
And he know how quick karma come around but he wasn't scared. I done been through too much and I don't need another loss. I'm probably gon' drown when I'm in it. I done really came from nothing, now I got everything that I want. Walking around with 50 gs but i ain't a boy like. And them killers gon' jump out the roof. 'Cause it's been long days and bitter nights. I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano. Real killers don't care 'bout no clout shit. My lil' niggas aim for headshots and they got accuracy. Snowflake (snowflake), coolin' (ayy, ayy, ayy). And we might have a child when I'm finished.
Wait, slow it down (baow). With minimalistic drum patterns and haunting synths that could slide seamlessly into the soundtrack of a horror flick, the Fatman-produced beat provides the perfect undertone for the fierce bars both Chicago drill rhymers laid down, putting any and all opps on notice all through the summer. However, not without Fivi going back to the drawing board and making a few minor tweaks so the song could have more radio and charting appeal. GRANNYS - Chief Keef. Said I left her broken, I ain't try to. Like move, bitch, you ain't leaving with me.
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned I be a deadbeat, uh. Connie Smith - If It Ain't Love (Let's Leave It Alone). Saucy (saucy), too lit (too lit). That money talking and we talkin' private. I've been gettin' high to hide behind my insecurities. I don't know why that's what you assume. Make sure I keep a cut, watch out for my lil' brother). The woozy slow-burner about a relationship that is so bad, but feels better doesn't seem like something that fits the summer when both Future and Drake are in a serious, emotive lane, but it has absolutely been one of the biggest songs over these last few months. Say, "He be out West, off the Xans, movin' real sloppy". Exotic beaches, just layin' there like a mermaid.