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I have an island. It's called Love Island. You don't know a lot of black men that come from the hood that got an island. When I took you to Love Island, the plane landed, and we had to float to another island, what was going through your head? What was your favorite time that I took you off the grid? When you go off the grid with me, you gotta go to sleep for a week because it's definitely giving sleep.

I run a tight rep with a gun on each hip. I'm on the beach. I can eat dick bread. You're getting hit digging holes with your bitch. Enjoy your trip six feet deep. She likes my bars brimmed; your girl drips. She's in my pocket, and I give her cock like a rock. Twenty twenty five, you can't stop it. She likes my bars ripped; your girl drips. I give her cock like a rocket. Chang's got my back when I pop shit. When she pops and locks it, yoga spot check. Hottest girl on the block. Cops riding undercover. You're getting hit. She likes my bars bricked; your girl drips. She's in my pocket, and I give her cock like a rocket. $20.25, and you can't stop it. When she pops and locks it, yoga spot check. Even cops step.

I wanted to be the Amy Grant of music, but it didn't work out. So, I sold my soul to the devil.

Senator Obama was given $2.50 by me before he got out of the limousine. He returned a while later with an 8 bottle of cocaine, which he gave to me. I tried a couple of lines of cocaine, and then Senator Obama took out a glass cylinder pipe and a packet of crack cocaine from his pocket. He proceeded to smoke the crack cocaine while I performed fellatio on him in the limousine. Afterward, I asked the driver to take me to my hotel, the Comfort Suites in Gurney, Illinois.

I'm stuck in the gutter, there's no way out. Save me from this crazy woman, she's driving me insane. She's my baby, but I need my money. Pay me what you owe me. I'm all set and ready to go.

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

Applying pressure, but I promise I'll make it. Living free in their heads, I ain't paying rent. Wake up in the air, I'm making cheese like Mercedes Benz. Please don't take offense.

Hello, I have no idea where the $20 million went. Can you ask Beyoncé to call me back? She owes me since she didn’t perform. Cardi, you didn’t help me get elected, so I think you should pay me back. Don’t hang up! I’m serious. Nancy, stop calling me! Didn’t you retire? Can you teach me about the stock market? I’m in a financial pickle. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. It’s all Big Mike’s fault. By the way, Whoopi, are you hiring?

Y'all saying Charlie too much. My bed's starting to float. Y'all saying his name too much. Like, I'm looking oh. And someone need to get the wife too. Fuck her. She just as motherfucking trifling. Fuck the wife. Fuck the wife. I'm not even gonna say the name because if it applies, then get her.

Speaker 0: I want to break free. I want to break free. I want to break free from your lies. Yeah. So satisfied. I don't

I don't lie. Imagine the fun in a 1966 Ford Country Squire Wagon. Beware of Ralph Williams trying to scam you. He spends money on vices in Vegas. Come to our address in San Bruno if you want to get ripped off. Your money is good anywhere. Avoid 5-year $100/month payments. Shop around before buying.

There was a secret chord that David played that pleased the Lord. Faith was strong, but proof was needed. Beauty overthrew you. Maybe there's a God above. All I ever learned from love is how to shoot someone who outdrew you. It's not a cry or a pilgrim who claims to have seen a light. I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor. There was a time you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never even show it. I've done my best. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I've told the truth. I didn't come here to fool you.

Y'all saying Charlie too much. My bed's starting to float. Y'all saying his name too much. Like, I'm looking oh. And someone need to get the wife too. Fuck her. She just as motherfucking trifling. Fuck the wife. Fuck the wife. I'm not even gonna say the name because if it applies, then get her.

The speaker summoned Satan as a child to become famous, signing a deal in their room. Years later, after achieving fame, a singing accident reminded them of the deal, with Satan coming to collect their soul. The book recounts this experience and culminates in inviting Satan to dinner at Spago to renegotiate the deal. Ultimately, they ask for a "refi, a refinance on my soul thing," which works out, resulting in a happy ending where they and Satan are on good terms.

It's going down, timber! Let's meet at night, you won't forget. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Face down, booty up, that's how we like to look. Timber, swing your partner round and round. One more shot, another round. Living in hotels and planes, let's just say, yeah. Money in a thing, join everyone now. It's about to go down. End of the night, swing your partner round and round. Tomorrow, you better move.

There was a lot of money in the pot. They paid me and I earned some too. I took twenty for the ice and five hundred for the faces. I kept what I earned plus theirs. Oh, I'm already tired of the beach.

What do you want? The Lord caught up with me. How did this happen? I’m facing charges for election subversion, retaining classified information, and payments to an adult film star. I don’t know what to do. Just say it wasn’t you. The feds found my top secret documents on the bathroom floor, and now I’m indicted for election interference. I tried to hide them from what they were about to see. How can I get away with this when they don’t take cash payments?

I was taken from a Savannah jail, handcuffed, chained, and leased to a convict labor camp for a year. All because someone wanted to invite white folks to the cookout. Let's calm down and have a good time. Della, put that knife down and play some real music. I want to hear Luther's "Never too much."

I was at a crack game when a couple grabbed me. They took me to jail, somewhere I'd never been. The reason I'm in trouble is because of a song my sweet thing sang to me: "Goodbye, my honey, if you're gone, darling." The judge asked what I'd done, saying I was standing in a crowd game. The judge and jury said I killed three people and there's no bail. No more will I kiss my baby. The reason I'm in trouble is because of a song we sing. "Goodbye, my honey, if you're gone, darling. You've been a good wagon, but you done broke down. Bye bye." They put me on a train, loaded down with ball and chain. At every station, I imagine my honey, if she's gone.

Late night, just a big rap. I like my girls like this, hand down her pants. Her pussy's pretty wet. Girl from the West, she knows that I'm the best. No flex, I tell it how it is. I'm your banker. Money stacker downtown in a canned up corvette. Money making couple, double double smooth to the taster. Mix of the month, new flavor watches bubble. A new drink at Starbucks called the double trouble. Drink of the month, watch it blow up. Girl from the West, she knows that I'm the best because of that fucking joint. Excavation pro, between your legs digging holes for free. With the service fee, I take your soul home with me. Made you lapse, made you fat. Just smoke the fat fucking Jordan. Reverse two with your troops, so don't move.

Clap type of head. Close base type of grip. Fucking dumb clan. Fucking dumb clan. Pulling knives up my back type of shit. Fucking dumb clan. I come back at you, Clint. Close fist type of bread. Fucking dumb. Yeah. World crashing. Money cash app clashing. Crypto wallet hacking money. Hidden in the backpack slaps. Buried in the backyard wrapped in the front. Never lies. It happened. Crypto wallet hack A little chicken clocking in the back hiss. A little booty bounce and slap. Hottest girl, yep, she's back at scrapped it. It might catch the muddy lash. Money cash app clashing. Crypto wallet hacking money. Hidden in the backpack slaps. Buried in the backyard wrapped in the front.

I turned down $50,000,000 four times to protect my integrity. Pete Diddy wanted to buy me, but I said no. I have proof of everything. That's why I'm so hungry. I need to say no when necessary.

I'm selling my soul working endless overtime for lousy pay, then wasting my life away. It's a shame how things are, for people like us. I wish politicians cared about the people struggling on the streets, with nothing to eat, while the wealthy prosper. It's unfair that taxes support unhealthy lifestyles, while young men are dying because this country keeps pushing them down. It's a damn shame. I wish I could wake up and it not be true, but this new world is harsh. Our money's worthless, taxed to the point of meaninglessness, all for the benefit of the rich. I'm selling my soul for bullshit pay.

I care about future generations and things. I wrote a song in April that I'll keep singing because it makes me feel good. Hi everyone, gather around. I'm here to give you whatever you want, like free college, energy, mortgages. You've come to the right place. Who can take your money and make the founding fathers roll over in their grave? I don't care if you hate me, I'll sing it anyway. Kentucky, you know what I mean.

Speaker 0: “You shoot me with that. I’m shooting you with mine. Your butt is built on bad people, bro. You're Hold on. Right here. Good. $9.45. 9. It’s only okay to And I got $3.80 in my bucket. Your side. Yeah. Yeah. It’s a big shame. It’s embarrassing. I almost bought my 40, but I’m an ex con.”