*bes better than every female musician*

*bes better than every female musician*
Heh, nothing personnel...

Hayley a shit

>MILK

Wow, so mean. What has Hayley done to you, user?

>bes

Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create
And this mind of mine apply to our escape
In an atmosphere that wouldn't hold our weight
If I leave from here, I'll call when I'm safe
Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers
Yeah, I call that faith
This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine
I still recall that taste of bittersweet
Like when I realize you'll never be as perfect as the one that invented me
And the world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete
Grow up to better than me, go farther than I can go
See farther than I can see
When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe
And I'm fine with that
In the event that I decide to move forward what you've done
They can rewind it back
And I'm a proud parent now as I was a proud parent then
I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you'd always been
Indeed, there's a finish line for me, but for you, there's no end
So, perhaps all that work that's been done was a win
And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin
But I'll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin
As this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never been
I'm sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again
I set aside a book of rhymes that'll pave the way for now and then
I know forever is a mighty long time—so where should we begin?

plz gib milkies mommy hayley ;_;

—On the Southside 'cause I'm a country bumpkin, bumpin' out the system, fuck if they don't listen
We done came a long way from niggas throwing CDs out the window like I made a frisbee
Better than veteran rapper's favorite rappers
Conscious or trappers and I'm Mississippi
Dirty Southern mothafucka kicking
Like a red bucket with white top chitlins
Shittin' on niggas, my rhyme flow
Hands-'hind-back, eyes blind fold
Mind, body, and soul connected to the Most High
Even when times got low
Uhh, look how they hate me, but copy me
Possibly I was the one with components and properties
To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery
So I keep kicking, flipping tables, chosen and favored
Fuck being major when giant is greater
Fortune and fame but you fuck for the label
Truth is what made me
Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I'm better now
Niggas talking raising bars, mine amongst the stars
Give it time to level out
If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat
Write you a hook that you repeat
Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do
Never credit me, separately sold
Slick as the Giuseppe on slippery floors
Mop by the buckets that I used to hold
While dreaming of plaques and selling out shows
Multi-alumni forever the fours

Your confetti ain't even heavy, nigga
Got the win, I want the record, nigga
What's a crown if you don't protect it, nigga?
What's a name if they don't respect it, nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain't even heavy

These niggas fuckin' up the game, this shit is so suspicious
You ain't buy it all unless you blew a ticket
All off in the VIP, but you ain't fuck them bitches
I'mma ball all summer just to flex for Christmas
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex 'em
Money don't make you fly, that's just my perspective
Runnin' up the score to expose a bluff
'Cause nowadays gettin' a win just ain't enough
Fuck the check up last week, I got a new agenda
The last time I couldn't buy some shit, I can't remember
The last time I fucked the world, I might've bust the center
I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mount' Olympus
When you livin' that high up, it's hard to see the tension
I'm only sellin' game, I'm all out of simpin'
Grip the foreign like a trophy, gotta hold it steady
Fuck your party when your confetti ain't even heavy, nigga

Got the win, I want the record, nigga
What's a crown if you don't protect it, nigga?
What's a name if they don't respect it, nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain't even heavy

We all off in the club like Sincere on Belly
Can't even drink my liquor, money on my celly
Accountant like, "You got a check, spend it when you ready"
I'm giving niggas hell, pray I go to Heaven
Nailin' in they coffin, the cost of them being off it
Ballin' since Iverson crossed you, winner's circle my office
Fuckin' off with these wins, you fuckin' up with this loss
Waiter forgot my season, I'm glad that they throwin' that salt
Might just throw a toss and holla, "Fuck it!"
'Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed, niggas' buckets
Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it
Snakes come, chop they heads off, cobra clutchin'
On a meal ticket, motherfuck you if you feel different
I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishin'
The genie out the bottle and you still wishin'
Know my downfall 'cause you petty, confetti ain't even heavy, nigga

Got the win, I want the record, nigga
What's a crown if you don't protect it, nigga?
What's a name if they don't respect it, nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain't even heavy

qt af 2bh

Yup, she’s pretty cute. ;_;

please stop spamming her

you arent discussing music at all

Back that ass up like it's 1999
Back that ass up like it's 1999
Back that ass up like it's 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time
Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

I be in the streets with my woes
And I be on the creep all the time with these hoes
Can't help that I'm a freak and it shows
See I be eating pussy, kissing titties, sucking toes
Million dollar nigga since a youngin
And if the police coming then I'm runnin'
And if I go to jail then my baby post the bail
Nigga, nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothing
She got some ugly ass ways
Aw, but she sure look fine
She know how to blow my mind
When she drop that ass for me like it's 1999

Back that ass up like it's 1999
Back that ass up like it's 1999
Back that ass up like it's 1999
Pipe it up and drop it for me, one mo' time
Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last year
Girl, you're working with some ass, yeah, you're bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, I do love you

What the hell does Paramore even mean?

you skipped like 3 songs wtf

a "paramour" is like a secret lover but they spelled it like Led Zeppelin because they're marketed at teenage girls

All the songs on you requested
You're dancing like you're naked
Oh, it's almost like we're sexing (oh yeah)
Yeah boo, I like it
No, I can't deny it
But I know you can tell
I'm excited, oh girl
Step back you're dancing kinda close
I feel a little poke coming through
On you
Now girl I know you felt it
But boo, you know I can't help it
You know what I wanna do

Baby when we're grinding
I get so excited
Ooh, how I like it
I try but I can't fight it
Oh, you're dancing real close
'Cause it's real, real slow
(You know what you're doing, don't you)
You're making it hard for me
Baby us dancing so close
Ain't a good idea
'Cause I'mma want you now and here
The way that you shake it on me
Makes me want you so bad sexually
Oh girl
Step back you're dancing kinda close
I feel a little poke coming through
On you
Now girl I know you felt it
But boo, you know I can't help it
You know what I wanna do
Baby when we're grinding
I get so excited
Ooh, how I like it
I try but I can't fight it
Oh, you're dancing real close
'Cause it's real, real slow
(You know what you're doing, don't you)
You're making it hard for me

>he doesn't stick around for the music discussion

Sheesh, user. Have you even heard After Laughter?

Yeah, that user doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

carly is better