| Lyric | Song | Album |
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| 'I never be picture perfect Beyonce, be light as Al B., or black as Chaun-cey.' | |
| 'Can I talk my s**t again? Even if I don't hit again? Dog are you f***ing kidding?' | |
| 'Bout the baddest the girl I ever seen, straight up out a movie scene.' | |
| 'Ello. 'ello, 'ello, hello white America, assassinate my character, money matrimony, yeah they tryna break the mariage up.' | |
| 'May the Lord forgive us, may the Gods be with us, in that magic hour I seen good Christians, make rash decisions.' | |
| 'Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc, before Cam got the s**t to pop.' | |
| 'Cutie the bomb met her at a beauty salon with a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm.' | |
| 'I told her to drive over in your new whip, bring some friends you cool with.' | |
| 'I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven, when I awoke, I spent that on a necklace.' | |
| 'How could you be so, cold as the Winter wind when it breeze yo. Just remember that you talking to me though.' | |
| 'I know it's past visiting hours, but can I please giver these flowers?' | |
| 'You know what Midwest is? Young and restless. Where restless (n***as) might snatch your necklace.' | |
| 'Damn baby pu**y can't be your only hustle, unless you bad a s Naomi Russell.' | |
| 'You had no idea what ya dealing with, somethin on some of the realest s**t.' | |
| 'Let's get lost tonight. You could be my black Kate Moss tonight.' | |
| 'I think I just fell in love with a porn star, turn the camera on, she a born star.' | |
| 'Didn't you know, I was waitin' on you? Waitin' on a dream that'll never come true.' | |
| 'I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb, Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez.' | |
| | Lyric | Song | Album |
|---|
| 'I do it for the forefather, yeah, the street authors, that are now A&Rs in the cheap office.' | |
| 'I'mma get on this TV, mama I'mma, I'mma put s**t down. I'mma make sure these light-skinned n***as never, ever come back in style.' | |
| 'I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago, mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago.' | |
| 'I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert, somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp.' | |
| 'Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic, Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses.' | |
| 'She don't believe in shooting stars, but she believe in shoes and cars.' | |
| 'My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May, one of my best friends from back in the day.' | |
| 'And I'll never let my son have an ego, he'll be nice to everyone, wherever we go.' | |
| 'You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi, you a Big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J.' | |
| 'Man I promise, she so self-consious. She has no idea what she doin' in college.' | |
| 'Penitentiary chances, the devil dances, and eventually answers to the call of Autumn.' | |
| 'I'm not loving you, way I wanted to, what I had to do, had to run from you.' | |
| 'I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it, do it better than anybody you ever seen do it.' | |
| 'I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be Armorall flow cause it never get rusty.' | |
| 'Wake up Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh, Mister, by hisself he's so impressed.' | |
| 'It was all good just a week ago, n***as feel theyselves, and that Watch the Throne drop, n***as kill themelves.' | |
| 'If my manager insults me again, I will be assaulting him, after I f**k the manager up, then I'm gonna shorten the register up.' | |
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