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 1. 21 by Adele
 2. Amor Amarillo by Gustavo Cerati
 3. Take Care by Drake
 4. No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls by Simple Plan
 5. The Fox by Elton John
 6. Making Mirrors by Gotye
 7. The Vow OST by The National
 8. It's by Teen Top
 9. The Band Perry by The Band Perry
 10. Progress by Ultraspank
 1. Lisa by Gustavo Cerati
 2. I'm Just A Kid by Simple Plan
 3. Please Don't Leave Me by Pink
 4. Who Knew by Pink
 5. Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye
 6. Story Of A Free Man - Chapter Three: Serenity by Verse
 7. Mona Lisa by All American Rejects
 8. You Say It Best When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss
 9. Lisa by Burt Bacharach
 10. Carla-Etude by Elton John
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[Verse 1]

Wezzy bad
Nah really I'm good
Sound like a t-rex live under my hood
Batalluta tec live under my seat
But you in the ground, now you live under my feet
All white bamers on the front of my teeth
And you better put the o in front of my g
The bullshit they talkin doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a line backer don't run it by me
My to best friends will accompany me
And rite noe they are in my dugery sleep
One named Mack, one named Rena
The hit you make you do the Macarena
Where ya tool?
You gon' need it like a muthafucka
And I am so New Orleans like a muthafuka
It's yung money
And we eatin get your own suppa
Make me go off in the trunk
Get that bone crusher


Text ak's
I leave the scene ugly
Just had faze
Arm, legs, stomach
I never been afraid, I aint scared of nothin
Kuz I got my thang, my thang, my thang
And that bitch go
Boom! (boom)
You here them guns like
Boom! (boom)

[Verse 2]

They like the way I ball, they call me hot sauce
They know I keep that toaster you can be my poptart
I neva had height, but boy I got heart
And I aint gotta speak
I just let my car talk
I got more clips then any movie you saw
I pull up on you like I need some grey poo par
But I got the 2 on
And you should be my paper if ever the tools drawn
Flow retarded
When I spit I get my drool on
I don't rap
I just shit like a new bomb
I don't write I just spit like a too gone
So tell them hatas cut ot out like a coupon
How come that chopper sound like a new bomb
Little nigga gotta hold that bitch with 2 arms
I got that heat
The fire and the lukewarm
I'm on ya heals like a shoe horn



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