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_xolo-mariduea-on-my-way-feat-adriana-padilla-oficial-video.webp "Flowers to all the DJs Playing our favorite music The melodies of my life The rhythm so therapeutic Everything that comes my way I'll turn around and get right to it It's good to be so alive On my way Check it out y'all To the beat y’all Baby I'm on my way Check it out y'all To the beat y’all Uno, dos, tres Can I kick it? Yes you can! Like we on a soccer field with something that y’all can feel Ya sick of negative vibes I got the pill And it won’t cost you a dollar bill 'cause I'm for real This is for my Raza Started getting dough but now the kitchens making maza Representation matters you dealin' with a monster Started from the bottom Now my dinner is a lobster The shrimp is in the pasta I'm 'bout to be a star like Al Pacino And Leo DiCaprio I'm stackin' C-notes So add a zero Had to go bag the baddest Leo I'm suited up Valentino, no cappuccino girl Let’s hold hands under the full Moon I got you long stem roses they in full bloom All you gotta do is get dressed I'm talking to her and success Baby I'm on my way! I hit you when I arrive We can hop in da ride We can hop on ya live Baby I'm on my way An amazing night We can play some Phife My mama raised me right Baby I'm on my way In this crazy life You my favorite type You move side to side Baby I'm on my way And my game is tight And ya frame is right Forget ya pain and strife Baby I'm on my way Flowers to all the DJs Playing our favorite music The melodies of my life The rhythm so therapeutic Everything that comes my way I'll turn around and get right to it It's good to be so alive On my way If you headed to the top this the song to play You gotta a good girl listen to this song today And envision all of your problems getting blown away Feeling good like you sippin' a bottle This is the motto My chick is a model I feel like I'm winnin’ the lotto You got ya hair done? Yup Ya Nails done? Yup Yea Wanna have fun? Yup! Ok! Baby I'm on my way! I hit you when I arrive We can hop in da ride We can hop on ya live Baby I'm on my way An amazing night We can play some Phife My mama raised me right Baby I'm on my way In this crazy life You my favorite type You move side to side Baby I'm on my way And my game is tight And ya frame is right Forget ya pain and strife Baby I'm on my way Baby I'm on my way")
_kent-film-club-sam-graham-thursday-28th-march-2024.webp "This week Chris Deacy is joined by Sam Graham to discuss the films; Eighth Grade, Y Tu Mamá También, Goodfellas, and In Bruges.")
_regal-studio-presents-si-mama-pala-ang-bet-ni-crush-hot-momma.webp "Aired (March 31, 2024): Nalaman na ni Lecel (Elijah Alejo) ang tunay na motibo ng crush niyang si Andrei (Josh Ford). #GMAREGALSTUDIOPresents #RSPHotMomma<br/><br/>'Regal Studio Presents' is a co-production between two formidable giants in show business—GMA Network and Regal Entertainment. It is a collection of weekly specials which feature timely, feel-good stories.<br/><br/>Watch its episodes every Sunday at 4:35 PM on GMA Network. #RegalStudioPresents #RSPHotMomma<br/>")
![[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us](https://cdn1.mypornvid.fun/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZv5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHMuIGSwZUIcFRSbIzMMpv9-ZwDjXFfbXR15HT9loyMcMP5zqJ-cK3tlAQN5v7P/(MyPornVid.fun)_a-boogie-wit-da-hoodie-did-me-wrong-oficial-video.webp "[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us <br/> <br/>[Verse] <br/>I think of Butta every single time that I perform <br/>And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne <br/>It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us <br/>I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher <br/>Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message <br/>When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it <br/>Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad <br/>Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag <br/>But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the— ha <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better <br/>Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes <br/>Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too <br/>I pray to God for all this money that I ran through <br/>You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too <br/>Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún <br/>It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through <br/>On a PJ, me and all my damn goons <br/>I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon <br/>Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms <br/>I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein <br/>The big body heavy, it needed two lanes <br/>Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things <br/>One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey <br/>Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything <br/>A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby <br/>Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty <br/>Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby <br/>I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby <br/>It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately <br/>Hoes and these streets got me so cold hearted lately <br/>Too soon, this lifestyle too soon <br/>And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone <br/>Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold <br/>Got you them precise cut diamonds, they got a ringtone <br/>And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh <br/>And that SF90 ain't got no legroom <br/>She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil <br/>Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon <br/>I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil <br/>I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone <br/>We started off with True Religions with the Balmain <br/>Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin <br/> <br/>You might also like <br/>making the bed <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>the grudge <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/>get him back! <br/>Olivia Rodrigo <br/> <br/>[Chorus] <br/>I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong <br/>I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone <br/>The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own <br/>They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us <br/>The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up <br/>Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up <br/>Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one <br/>They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us")
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_rexy-and-the-hungry-birds-funny-dinosaur-cartoon-for-families.webp "Episode #1 -In the quiet dawn of the Jurassic marsh, we find Rexy on a serene morning walk with his Mama and Papa. Little did he know that this peaceful start would swiftly transform into a perilous encounter with a giant Python. Yet, this was merely the prologue to Rexy's most extraordinary day.<br/>As the sun climbed higher in the sky, an unexpected calamity unfolded. A relentless horde of angry Pteranodon birds struck down and took Rexy up to the skies, away from his parents. Who would come to his rescue in this dire moment of need?<br/>Amidst the chaos, a ray of hope emerged. The benevolent giant Arambourgiana, touched by Rexy's plight, stepped forward as the unlikely savior. Could a tiny T-Rex fly up to the heights of the Moon and cheat the hungry birds for good? Watch this episode, cheer for this adorable and brave little T-Rex and marvel at the exotic Dinosaurs he meets along his journey!<br/><br/>This short animation is presented in spectacular 4K-30 Fps video format optimized for the latest High Quality HDR Displays: Mobile, Tablet and TV.<br/>Filmmakers:<br/>Adam Magyar<br/>Producer / Director / General Technical Artist<br/>StoryBoard / Concept Art / Environment Design / Matte Painting<br/>Modeling / Texturing / Shading / Rigging / Animation / Simulation<br/>Camera / Lighting / Rendering / Compositing / Stereography<br/>Post Production / Color Grading / Editing / Typography / Title<br/>Music Editor / Voice Over Actor / VO & Sound FX Director <br/>System Administrator / Hardware & Software Manager<br/><br/>Peter Borszeki<br/>Executive Producer / Assistant to Director / Production Manager<br/>Render Manager / Compositing Editor / Voice Over Editor<br/>Photogrammetry / 3D Scanner Operator / Asset Manager<br/>Project Communication / PR Coordination<br/><br/>Judit Kelemen<br/>Art Concept & Color Grading Advisor / Office Manager<br/><br/>Special thanks to<br/>Denis Nechipurenko for the Sound Effects<br/>Lili Magyar & Simon Magyar for their support and ideas")
_but-de-xxx-team-2.webp "But de xxx - Team 2 from mama sophia xxx")
_but-de-xxx-team-2.webp "But de xxx - Team 2 from mama sophia xxx")
_john-tucker-must-die-2-finally-on-its-way-after-almost-two-decades.webp "The 'John Tucker Must Die' cast has confirmed plans for a long awaited sequel to the 2006 cult classic comedy.")
_quavo-11-11.webp "Dark nights, I can't sleep, so I cry 'til I close my eyes (cheeze, Cheeze) I never asked God, why? I just go where the road designed (go Grizz, woah) Take a look in the sky (sky), my eyes open wide (ayy, bro, is that Jambo?) All eyes on me, but I'm no 2Pac I'm a G.O.A.T, I'm a boss, I'm a leader (woo) Won't settle for nothing, not even it's cheaper To fill up my tank, I need drank by the liter I bought her a car and that bitch was a creeper (skrrt) Got the keys to the streets but you might got amnesia Got Cheeze on the beat, so you know this a heater Put cheese on me last, just like I'm a pizza Hold on, I just caught a fever (go) You forgot how I put it together The Rocket and 'Cho, we gon' last forever (Take') 5:30, Huncho and 'set get up early and go out and go get that bag together ('set) Who the fuck gonna put us together? Can't nobody put this shit back together So stay the fuck out of the middle, lil' fella, we always gon' be that, we fam' forever (Migo) How I look tryna dance with the devil, got ice in my cross and my dad was a reverend (uh) I watched my brother Takeoff go to heaven, an angel, we celebrate eleven-eleven (angel) Greatest group, I can count up some blessings (so) Stay connected like charging a Tessie (skrrt) Fuck a nigga, I'm down with my bestie (fuck) That's my 'phew, I can never forget him No weapons formed against me shall prosper (nah) Fuck a closet, cleaning out my locker (woo) Talk to me nice, not proper I'm looking for the smoke like a Rasta' I'll call on him if I need a partner (grr) Even though what he did was kinda It's bigger than us and let's not remind her (big) We together, nigga, get the chopper (rraow) Dark nights, I can't sleep, so I cry 'til I close my eyes I never asked God, why? (God) I just go where the road designed (no) Take a look in the sky (sky), my eyes open wide (wide) All eyes on me, but I'm no 2Pac Open wide, speed it up (speed it up, speed it up) On the moon, mama's only son (mama, mama) Good drank what my nephew loved (purple, purple) Don't break the seal, you can't open one (nope) Dark nights, I can't sleep for none Close my eyes, I can't see none Don't ask God, why? For none We on this road, it's designed to run")
![[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay](https://cdn6.mypornvid.fun/picture/preview/nUE0pUZ6Yl9mZF5xoJAxov5hMKDiqv9KZHuIYGSwZUqgEGOgAGEVZv9-ZwDjXFfbXR15HT9loyMcMP5zqJ-cK3tlAQN5v7P/(MyPornVid.fun)_real-boston-richey-ft-ytb-fatt-the-type-oficial-video.webp "[Intro: Real Boston Richey] Uh, yeah (DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God) Turn me up, P Uh, tired of niggas stealin' my flow Uh Uh [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 1: Real Boston Richey] You the type, your bitch fuck another nigga, you gon' kill the bitch I'm the typе, go back to the drawin' board, nigga, and build a bitch I ain't gon' lie, I was in my feelings, dog, but only a little bit Forgot 'bout a bitch, my nеw bitch came through, ate it up and wiggled it Natural bitch, ain't got no BBL, but that shit jigglin' Nigga, you broke as fuck, I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm gigglin' Bullets hit him up, he went to reactin' like he ticklish Shoot his beamer up, then double back, then walk down, finish shit I'm a dog-ass nigga, but she love lil' Boston 'cause I listen Hit her with that hook, then she stuck just like I'm out here fishin' Baby, I don't like your mama, wash 'em down just like I'm doin' dishes Bitch, I ain't like your daddy, I ain't leavin', bitch, I'ma thug it with you Rich nigga in a Caddy filled up with hoes to capacity Baby girl, I'm way too bad for you just like a cavity Come through, beat her doonies down every time she mad at me Keep a couple shooters 'round for them niggas that's after me Bitch, you think I'm dumb, we ain't fuck, then we ain't done We ain't fuck, you gettin' nothin', bitch, you know that I'm the one Leave an ugly bitch on read, buy a bad bitch a purse Leave the opposition dead, mama rentin' out a hearse Tell my youngins to swing some lead, front the older niggas Percs Lil' bitch fire with the head, but I still can't make it work Lil' bitch, I'm a trap nigga I told you once before, don't try me like no rap nigga You might also like The Twelve Days of Christmas Christmas Songs MY HOUSE Beyoncé Lose Yourself Eminem [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay [Verse 2: YTB Fatt] Uh I'm the type to send a fuckin' blitz when you're eatin' out with your bae Nigga, I am the trenches, I get love from GDs in forty states I'm my own man, it's how I made a fuckin' M in two hundred days I ain't been in the hood for a minute, I get all my updates from lil' Trey Send you flowers and eat your pussy, rocks in my mouth cost 50K Niggas don't wanna do shit 'cause the next niggas, man, these niggas gay Niggas don't know how it feel to book a fuckin' jet to make a play Niggas don't know how it feel to get niggas' shit splat 'cross the wall, on Zay Four, five, six, seven hundred, nigga, that's in the safe These niggas home with they dimes for real, don't call me sad, be safe The cheese I got, I can get you killed, nigga, it don't matter the state Been did switches on bitches, come in all colors, black door, open the gate [Chorus: Real Boston Richey] Ayy, niggas want that smoke, send them youngins, fuck it, bombs away Cut her off 'cause she ain't fuckin' and the bitch masquerade I could say fuck rap and hit the trap, trap 'bows in Section 8 Know your nigga cap, I liked your picture, now he blocked my page They done left a nigga with his ass out, damn, that nigga played Niggas havin' scraps and wavin' blicks like this a damn parade I'm the type of nigga, I up my blick, bitch, you know I spray I'm the type, she get love, beat her pussy, bitch, you know I pay")
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