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그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면
Sing it na na na
노래해 나나나
우리 이게 마지막이 아니야
부디 또 만나요 꽃이 피면

때론 꽤 별난 일이 많아
넌 나 같이 못난 놈을 만나
다시 누군갈 사랑할 수 있을까
너 아니라면 그럴 일은 없을 것 같아
나 의식 없이 발길 흐름대로 가던 길
날 화려히 비춰주던 니 빛 한줄기
그 전율이 느껴지는 예쁜 꽃길
그곳에 너로 인해 설수 있던 Roly poly toy

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

그땐 참 좋았는데 말이야
너와 함께할 수만 있다면
때론 외롭고 슬퍼도 말이야
너와 같이 할 수만 있다면

많이 울기도 했지만 웃은 일도 많아
내 머릿속 안에는 추억이 너무 많아
이 또한 지나갈 테니까
이 다음에 만나요 꽃이 피면

1 년 365 이 세상 하나뿐인
넌 내 음악의 Motive 날 일깨워주는 은인
니 커다란 꽃밭에 기대어 막 떠오르던 가사말
아직도 참 생생해 빠담빠담
너란 만개 한 꽃의 색은 100000 개
무한대 거대한 울림 Vivaldi의 사계
아직도 그댄 내 맘에 담을 수 없는 그림
내 눈을 의심하지 You are my magical queen

떠나려거든 보내 드리오리다
님이 가시는 길에 꽃을 뿌리오리다

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그대가 오시는 길

그리워지면 돌아와 줘요
그때 또 다시 날 사랑해줘요
이 꽃길 따라 잠시 쉬어가다가
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

꽃잎 따다 입을 맞추죠
얼굴은 빨개지고
꽃길을 깔아 준비를 하죠
그 자리 그곳에서 날 기다려요

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Zone 6, nah forreal’ nigga
Nigga like to sell cocaine and go kill nigga
Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah forreal’ nigga
EA, what’s the deal nigga? I’m the deal nigga
King of the fuckin’ hill nigga
Top of the ‘partment, young nigga, boy forreal’ nigga
Toe tag, catch a body at a young age
AKs, SKs, .38, throw a wait
Glock-9 on wait
Y’all niggas dying wit’ plate
Shit was crazy back in the day
Y’all cannot last a day
Shit was crazy in my ‘partment
You can ask my nigga Tre
Young nigga spraying that thang’
Young nigga havin’ a K
Robbin’ shit everyday
I swear we weren’t havin’ our way
Really weren’t havin’ our way
But we was jus’ doin’ our thing

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I keep a chopstick
One in the head, I already caught it
One to the head, call up the coroner tell him to mark it
Y’all niggas cappin’, y’all niggas faggots, y’all like to chump dick
4L gang, really a savage I’m not with that opp shit
Say he want smoke, you don’t want no smoke, you runnin’ to 12
I kept me a Glock, I had to do 5 when I was 12
I’m silent nigga, keep it 100, yeah I’m Shell
He caught a body, he kept it 100, he made bail
I got so many niggas down to roll nigga everybody gotta touch green
Y’all niggas be talkin’ like hoes nigga ain’t nann nigga touch me
Got 500 shots in hotbox, we ain’t nun but 4 deep
Every time we pull up we wackin’ shit, nigga ain’t like the police

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
Zone 6, nah forreal’ nigga
Nigga like to sell cocaine and go kill nigga
Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah forreal’ nigga
EA, what’s the deal nigga? I’m the deal nigga
King of the fuckin’ hill nigga
Top of the ‘partment, young nigga, boy forreal’ nigga
Toe tag, catch a body at a young age
AKs, SKs, .38, throw a wait
Glock-9 on wait
Y’all niggas dying wit’ plate
Shit was crazy back in the day
Y’all cannot last a day
Shit was crazy in my ‘partment
You can ask my nigga Tre
Young nigga spraying that thang’
Young nigga havin’ a K
Robbin’ shit everyday
I swear we weren’t havin’ our way
Really weren’t havin’ our way
But we was jus’ doin’ our thing

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I keep a chopstick
One in the head, I already caught it
One to the head, call up the coroner tell him to mark it
Y’all niggas cappin’, y’all niggas faggots, y’all like to chump dick
4L gang, really a savage I’m not with that opp shit
Say he want smoke, you don’t want no smoke, you runnin’ to 12
I kept me a Glock, I had to do 5 when I was 12
I’m silent nigga, keep it 100, yeah I’m Shell
He caught a body, he kept it 100, he made bail
I got so many niggas down to roll nigga everybody gotta touch green
Y’all niggas be talkin’ like hoes nigga ain’t nann nigga touch me
Got 500 shots in hotbox, we ain’t nun but 4 deep
Every time we pull up we wackin’ shit, nigga ain’t like the police

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I know they don’t like me
They scared to come try me
They scared to come try me
You try me, I got it
You know that I got it
The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it
You know I’mma pop it
I’mma aim at yo head and nigga gon’ drop it
Y’all niggas gon’ drop it
You niggas be playin’ you know that we drop shit
My nigga we drop shit
We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit
You know that we pop shit
These niggas callin’ 12 but they can’t stop this (nah)

[Intro]
03
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby, wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’ baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Verse]
And I’m playin’ them naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it
Took a charge and didn’t say shit
Sweet lady, need a replacement
You feel good, get left for ravin’
Fly bitch from where I be bangin’
[?] in my fuckin’ favor
Bitch, I’m from another planet
Where we speak a different language
Fuck the jury and the plaintiff
Word to Chase, he fuckin’ saved me
Reason why I got the [?]
Now I’m here to bring the plaques
Hottest shit since Michael Jackson
Janet Jackson, satisfaction
Love my sisters on some black shit
White girl in my fuckin’ baggage
White girl made me fuckin’ happy
Fuck the bounty, I’m just laughin’
‘Cause you drove out here to grab me
I got out soon as I landed
Waited longer on the package
Now they know I’m really trappin’
And I still don’t know what happened
Realest nigga in first class
The realest statement in your caption
"#Free03, my favourite rapper"

[Break]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby
03
Yeah, yeah
If I wasn’t rappin’ baby

[Chorus]
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
You know I’d be trappin’ daily
Sippin’ shit, I’m rappin’, baby
She say I be actin’ shady
Wake up and I’m after payments
Bitch, I’m tryna grab Mercedes

[Outro]
And [?] naked ladies
Save the cash and never save ’em
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d be back stuck on the pavement
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d’ve never left the station
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d still be on that vacation
If I wasn’t rappin’, baby
I’d never be here to taste ya
That’s the part that drive you crazy
‘Member when I caught them cases
You thought they would take you, Jason
Thank the Lord I wasn’t patient
I did it without the stations
Took a loss and rearranged it