Music Quiz / guess the rap song by lyric (hard)

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Lyrics Song Title Artist
Say I didn't love you, you know a n**** loved you Did you forget to mention? All the things I did for you, times I made a trip 'Cause I know you hate the distance
Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the (Title) (Bow, bow) We heard what you said, we heard what you said If I wasn't trappin', I'd be wrappin' up them bundles
Why you bother me? (Yah) Last time I checked you were the one that left (The one) Me in a wreck—yah—, me in a mess (Yah, yah)
You got room in your phone for one more distraction Wonderful times Time is moving too slow for me to distract you I need to get back to you
These hoes not f*****, not coming All the hoes that you call are not coming She know if she not f*****, she truckin'
Hustler, hustler, hustler (Hustler) I'm hiding the brick in the muffler (Hah) It's a knock at my door, it's a customer (F*** him up)
Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough Tell that b**** that I'm awesome, better back the f*** up off me Coco, Céline, Tiffany, she flossy (oh)
I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful
I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying God came to my side and we talked about it He sold me another life
The people I've met, and the places I've been Are all what make me the man I so proudly am But I wanna know one thing, when did I become a (Title)?
Main attraction, made a habit, dance while you lean on me No cap and no distractions when I make it home
I need you to stop runnin' back to your ex, he’s a wasteman I wanna know, how come we can never slash and stay friends?
Well, thank God for the shooter, hmm And thank God for the leader, hmm And think hard for a message
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, 'Quiet down' Bow your head, the Most High's around cocktails Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now
I can't keep on losing you over complications Gone too soon, wait! We was just hangin' I can't seem to hold onto, (Title)
B****. I'm ultimate When I flow, I drop bombs like a Soviet Not a communist, but I'm anonymous Zero tolerance if n**** talking s***
Lyrics Song Title Artist
Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph The great American flag is wrapped in drag with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders
Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race I told her keep going on the gas, f*** the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Suckin' on my dick, like she new to this Blowin' through the check, yeah we new to this
I say s*** when I rap and y'all n***** barely listen I do the most for the culture, n****, by just existing Delete my tweets 'cause I'm ashamed of being a f***** Simpson
Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' b**** once again It's the pretty mothafucka with a 40 ounce of brew My n**** (artist) and we drunker than a b****
Blast off, buckshot into my ceilin' Why ain't nobody tell me I was bleedin'? Please, nobody pinch me out this dream
Is your house big? Is your car nice? Is your girl fine? F*** her all night? Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping I've been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping) Water whippin' (Whippin')
I'm thinkin' 'bout (Title) (For what?) It's hard to pop **** with my grill in (Ha) I can't let it f*** up my flow
A f*** n****, that's that s*** (Title) (bang bang) A snitch n****, that's that s*** (Title) (bang bang) A b**** n****, that's that s*** (Title) (bang bang, haha!)
(Title) keep it real with his people (Title) like a preacher, (Title) prolly still sell reefer
I see you in the city Do they know you're with me Are you with me, baby? Girl you're with me baby
Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh Thought I was gon' run DMC, huh
Ice will come with the fame Flowers cover the grave Power, love, and loyalty Wash me clean today
Who would have dreamed this? You couldn't mean this It would be some type of meanness to where you are 'Cause I don't know where to go And no one else seems to know
I done did the jackin', now I'm full rappin' I put on my brothers, I put on my b**** Had to wear the dress 'cause I had a stick
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