| Probability | Text |
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| 70% | Kickin' the bass, I like it deep, I work night-times, I don't sleep, strive To be the best I can, don't judge a person till you know, my man, two brothers Call the 4th floor when the Baron MC got rhymes and more I'm the blade, I ain't no toy, and that's because I set slip, boy, the work is done One of you in my pocket, heard the jam, and I rock it, shake that ass, go for cert Don't you stand there like a jerk who won't ask a lady, take a chance Now let me see you dance, I'm a freak, can't you tell, and I just can't help myself | ▶️ |
| 69% | Don't be no one | ▶️ |
| 65% | Y'all be going on vacation? See the thing is, if you about to be up out this bitch, check it. Peep Delta, we be flying all over this bitch. Let me axe you something. You fin to raise up and get your travel on? From the interior to the exterior. You got to get your posterior in one of these big ass planes. S*** dawg. You laying the cut straight sitting on your ass and getting your drink on and your snack on while we floss and fly this mofo all over this bitch. East Coast, West Coast, it don't matter. Nia will get you to your hoe and back lickety split. No s***. Then you be back at your crib chilling with a flat spliff, thinking we were some crazy ass angel. Hell, these fat round thick ass vessels run up in the sky so deep, it be crying. Yeah, you thought it was rain. So bring a towel, cause at Delta, it's laid out like that. Call one of these fly ass Delta Kuchis. And they call them punk ass coworkers of yours. Catch the vapors as you be off and up out. You going? We fly you there. You been? We done already flew up in there. We got you covered like a Jimmy hack. At Delta, we loves us some flying. And it be show like a motherf***er. | ▶️ |
