Niggas won't creep these streets with me 'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be Make you wanna, then I'm gonna 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop (nigga) 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop 'Cause I gotta, pop, pop, pop, pop I look through the

Yeah, freaky conversation, got you worryin 'bout temptation She got work, she takin' off, she got that work, she need a boss I pop that bra, she pop that off, with yo' emotions Don't get lost in it And you soakin', got yo' ocean, I get lost in it We at

Run, run and hide from all the noise From all the nasty boys Who keep you running Run and hide from all the beasties that go bump in the night And that's how you lost your way It's how you lost your way You call me on the phone

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming Get up on top, I'll make it pop, honey It's hard times when nobody wants you It's a cold heart, when nobody holds you Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me I am

Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and

Drop that kitty down low Pop that kitty down low I know you want it all, I'm giving you a show You like what I'm doin', drop that kitty down low Shop that like a window I'm gonna make you explode Take that video phone Pop it like a pistol Make it clap

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Kyrie Eleison Sit sempiterna gloria Judex crederis esse venturus In te, Domine, speravi Non confundar in aeternum Salvum fac populum tuum Judex crederis (Kyrie Eleison)

I’m gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I’m gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of