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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
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 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
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Back On My Grizzy Lyrics
Bitch I'm back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
Two tables and a mic,
Tell the Dj run it back,

Bitch I'm back on my grizzy,
Young money where ya at?,
If you fuck wit Younh Money,
Yougn Money where you at?,
Like the energizer bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that chopper keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
I'm so young but I'm a Giant like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the hurricane come,
I'm a fuckin shame huh? yea I know yea I know,
I go out the country to get all my clothes and my hoes,
And I go out my way just to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I love it more than I do my hoes yes I doess,
I got gasoline comin out my pours,
Imma torch,
I got glasses like that white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got license for tha scortch,
Snipers at your porch,
Rifles by the forts,
And we shoot up courts,
The judge juss a bitch,
The jury suck dick,
I'm a eastside blood,
And I don't smoke that crip,
I smoke that kush,
First name Bubba,
First names Young,
Last name Stunna,
Carter in the office,
Take notes when I'm talkin,
Smooth as a cruz boat floats when I'm walkin,
I boast cause I'm ballin,
I 'pose to be ballin,
When I'm on the phone wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna zombie movie instead,
That's when you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit where I stand,
Where I stand... and watch you pussies piss in ya pants,
You aint a man your a hoe,
I can kill him with the flow,
And then play the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so they drinkin big shots,
And my game go Saddam Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, I don't know karate, but after the brain, I kick you out,
You niggas suck like tony romo, no homo,
And I'm all about my money, I get paid for promo yeaa,
I'm the man in this bitch, they say money talks well...
I'm tha ventriloquist,
And if I ever jump, il prolly land in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy I'm more cooler than a fan and a mint,
And when I'm done this track we'll need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and I'm above average,
I'm a crazy ass star like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas can't see me, I'm on my casper shit,
Runnin so much game, I fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, I juss bag a bitch,
And you kno I'm gonna score like Deion after picks,
I'm rollin on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my rolls came down guess whut I did after it,
I pop popped and took some patron shots,
I pop popped and took some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped... yea...
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas wan' do it, we chop chop,
Leave ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, I got them pills, I got that yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...


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