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A song about celebrating the return of a friend, acknowledging their past mistakes, and expressing excitement for the future with the help of Mike WiLL Made-It and Zaytoven. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mike Willy with me, nigga
Big Guwop home (Ayy)
We no longer miss you, ayy, yeah (Skrrt)
I know Guwop home (We home, baby)
We all no longer miss you, yeah
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
I can't wait (Ooh)
(Zaytoven)


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A young man reflects on his dreams of success, wealth, and flashy style, expressing his tough attitude and aspirations to rise above his circumstances. [/INST]

Lyrics: Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah (Oh)
Money talk like I'm Charlie Sheen, yeah (Wop, woo)
I'm a blood but I got on blue jeans (It's Wizzop, woo)
Nigga act so tough, it's startin' the scene, ooh (Uh-uh, uh, brrt)
In blue flame, yeah, the Trap God throwin' green rain
Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range
Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean?
Old rich-ass nigga, I got everything (It's Gucci)


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Write a song expressing how the narrator and their friends have moved on from a past relationship with someone named Guwop. [/INST]

Lyrics: Big Guwop home (Ayy)
We no longer miss you, ayy, yeah (Skrrt)
I know Guwop home (We home, baby)
We all no longer miss you, yeah
I can't wait (Ooh)


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A song about reaching the top, living life to the fullest, and enjoying the feeling of success while sharing it with others and grabbing a few tissues for the emotional moments. [/INST]

Lyrics: Run it up to the top
Get it out and ran it back to the top
Flood your ears, your neck, your wrist, your fingers
And put it all on the rocks
Say Guwop home and, yeah, it's official, grab some tissues


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Imagine a song featuring popular hip-hop artists Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane, Ralph, Zaytoven, and DJ Holiday, where they come together to celebrate a street nigga holiday, with each artist bringing their own unique energy and contributions to the track. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah
Gucci Mane La Flare
My nigga Ralph in here
Zaytoven on the beat, nigga
And it's a street nigga holiday
My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah


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A rapper is boasting about their success in the drug trade, using bricks as a metaphor for drug shipments. The rapper also refers to the women they associate with, comparing them to bricks in a humorous way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


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Create a song lyric about someone who is deeply involved in the drug trade, referencing their high-end lifestyle, the cold nature of their business, and the large quantities of drugs they handle. [/INST]

Lyrics: So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow
They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke
My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold twenty
And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey
Sike, the pack in and I'm working
Drought season in, charged your ass a whole thirty
But right now you can get it for a low number
The fish scale white, same color my Hummer
Zone 6 polar bears never see summer
It's winter all year 'cause the birds fly yonder
95 Air Max 'cause I'm a dope runner
I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper
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It's bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


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Imagine a song where the narrator is a waitress who serves something in 16-bar increments. She offers either a bird or a few pounds. She's located on Cleveland Ave and caters to a specific crowd. She's confident in her ability to break down and sell her product. The narrator is also aware of the risks involved in her line of work and expresses the consequences of challenging her. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve
That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird
What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds?
I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town
So many bricks I can build my own apartment
You better have a check when you come in my department
Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole
Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes
I got a trap house and a trap car
A hundred thousand off a cap, that's a trap star
All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous
Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious


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Imagine a world where bricks aren't just building materials, but also represent something valuable and powerful. The protagonist has an obsession with these bricks and uses them to describe their wealth, status, and connections. The lyrics should reflect the importance of these bricks in the protagonist's life and showcase their influence on various aspects of their existence, including their lifestyle, relationships, and self-image. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks
Tony Montana, all I have in this world
Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl
Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook
Call the plug back, tell him he got took
Know what that mean? This shit free
That means none for him and more for me
I took something, I'm gutter, bitch
Don't trust me dawg, this that North Memphis shit
Old school, new Porsche
Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war
Bricks, AKA my best friend
Twenty-eight inch rims, call 'em grown men
Dope stepped on, call it step-child
I got that Slim Shady, we call it 8 Mile
I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown
Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house


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Rapping about the importance of bricks in one's life, both literally and metaphorically, while also incorporating different shades of bricks and references to the number of bricks one possesses. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bricks, all-white bricks
Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all these bricks
Bricks, thirty-six zips
That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch?
Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense
Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks


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Inspired by the energy of a popular music track and a dance collaboration with an enigmatic figure. [/INST]

Lyrics: Aye, Lil Metro on that beat


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A wealthy person who has gained fame and fortune, but at the cost of their morality, finds themselves tempted by the devil and drawn into a dangerous dance. The person is surrounded by others who also seek the thrill of flirting with danger and engaging in risky behavior, leading them to a life of glamor and potential ruin. [/INST]

Lyrics: A hundred grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil
Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil
A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil
When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil
Diamonds on a nigga neck dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my wrist and fist dancing, dancing
Diamonds on my pinky ring dancing, dancing
Big booty bitch keep dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil romancing
Dancing


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Write a song that portrays an exciting chase in a wintery setting, where the protagonist is on the hunt for a feared creature in the cold, icy landscape. [/INST]

Lyrics: Burr
I'm out pussy
It's your worst nightmare
Glacier, hah


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A woman who was once in jail, now flaunts her wealth and love for solitaire jewelry, especially solitaire diamonds. [/INST]

Lyrics: I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, said she love them solitaires


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Describe a luxurious lifestyle, mentioning expensive items and the people you surround yourself with. [/INST]

Lyrics: Four mil for the crib, one point five just to keep me chill (One point five)
Who my neighbors is? Jack and Jill, still trap up the hill (Through the hill)
Fiji water, talkin' Aquafina, glass, crystal clear (Clear)
Ice there, ice here (Ice), I just iced the atmosphere


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A carefree individual is casually strolling, drawing comparisons to skating on ice. They're dealing with people trying to disrupt their vibe, and they're confident in their status. They're compared to a well-known sports legend and known for their flamboyant behavior, such as throwing pies. The person is aware of the allure they have, causing people to want to join their group. However, not everyone is sworn in, and the person has a luxurious lifestyle with a preference for solitaire jewelry. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Huncho), I'm walkin' real light (Walk)
It's somethin' like skatin' on ice (Skate)
Your ho wanna fuck my vibe (Sheesh)
Huncho Brett Favre, throw pies (Huncho)
Uh, try the gang and we dumpin' (Dumpin')
Glacier Boy, it's a global warmin' (Yeah)
Now everybody wanna come join in (Gang)
Niggas born in, they ain't sworn in (No)
You might also like
I was just sittin' in the cell playin' solitaire (Huh)
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires (Wow)
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires (Mwah)


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A wealthy individual, who has no time for games, boasts about their lifestyle and achievements, while also mentioning a luxurious display of jewelry and the presence of extravagant women. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bitch, I don't play no solitaire (No), I'm a fuckin' millionaire (Yeah)
Trap stars everywhere (Trap), bad hoes everywhere
Right wrist quarter million dollars, that's no lie, huh
Left wrist, all baguettes, I put it in the sky


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All my stones single, man, they ain't with the mingling [/INST]

Lyrics: All my stones single, man, they ain't with the mingling
Damn near smashed the whole clip, but we ain't with that kinky shit
Wop be on that Nicki shit, my whole clique robbin'
Lookin' at the robbers like, "Y'all ain't finna take shit"
Glacier Boy, amazin' shit, your jeweler ain't up on this
Crazy diamond bracelet, I'm jealous of my own wrist
You ain't spent a million yet, you probably won't agree with this
Make jewelers compete for us, we keep on coppin' pieces (It's Gucci)


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A song about a person who once lived a simple life playing solitaire in prison, but has now become famous and successful, wearing a necklace of solitaire diamonds. [/INST]

Lyrics: I was just sittin' in the cell playin' solitaire
Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires
Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire
Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires
Wop, hah
Eskimo, Migo
All I know


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Create a song lyrics that include shout-outs to various collaborators, paying tribute to an influential producer, and referencing popular personalities. [/INST]

Lyrics: Holiday season (Ayy)
Shouts out my nigga Zaytoven (Huh? We back in the buildin')
We workin', Zay (Holiday Season)
Right back like we never left, nigga (Holiday season, nigga)
Waka, what up, homie? (Huh?)
Shout out my nigga Woo (We back in the buildin')
My nigga Frenchie, Nicki Minaj
Shouts out my nigga OJ Juice (Huh?)
Shout out my nigga G Boy (Gucci)
DJ Holiday, Writing On The Wall (New mixtape, skrrt, skrrt)
("First Day Out") You know what it is
Ayy, Gucci, how you gon' start the day off, nigga?


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A song about a mysterious figure in the criminal underworld, known as "Guwop," who is backed by a group of 38 contributors and has a connection to the 808 Mafia. The lyrics contain references to violence, power, and loyalty within the criminal world, while also highlighting the unique slang and language used by members of the organization. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, Wop
Guwop, burr, burr, burr (1017)
Huh? Hoo (808 Mafia)


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A rapper talks about the various aspects of their life that have recently become darker, such as the tints on their car, the alcohol they're consuming, the quality of the weed they're smoking, and the work they're doing. [/INST]

Lyrics: The tints on my shit, they look darker
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker
The kush came in, this time look darker
I'm whippin' up a brick and the work look darker
Kush came in, this time look darker
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker
The work came in, this time look darker
And the tints on my shit, they look darker


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Imagine a night filled with conflict, illusions, and glamour. A charismatic character named Gucci Mane enters the scene, surrounded by luxurious cars and adorned with expensive items. Amidst all the glitter, there's a mysterious woman who plays a significant role in the story. The main character also stumbles upon an intriguing substance that seems to change its appearance as the story unfolds. The plot takes place in an exotic location where certain items and experiences have a darker undertone. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's a dark night, had a gun fight with a dark clique (Shh)
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick (Shh)
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars (Cars)
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking at the stars (Gucci)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist, you dancing with the star (Bling)
Gucci Mane so geeked up, he don't care you light or dark, ho (Icy)
I just paid three hundred 'cause didn't have nowhere to park, ho (Dang)
If Gucci Mane just bought it, why the fuck he paint it darker? (Huh)
That shit was already hard, now he made it harder
Cali kush, just touched down, nigga, and this pack a lil' darker (Cali)
Dog food bricks and cocaina them, now they look darker (Woo)
Dark skin brick, I'm touching it and with it, then whipping away from the water (Skrr)


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Rapping about the darker appearance of various substances and material possessions in the song, with a focus on the color and quality of the items and the overall theme of "darker" representing higher quality or stronger effects. [/INST]

Lyrics: The tints on my shit, they look darker (It's Gucci)
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker (Leanin')
The kush came in, this time look darker (Woo)
I'm whippin' up a brick and the work look darker (Woo)
Kush came in, this time look darker (Huh)
Pourin' up drank, nigga, my shit darker (Wasted)
The work came in, this time look darker (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
And the tints on my shit, they look darker


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A song expressing the excitement and energy of summer, with a focus on partying in the dark, featuring references to Gucci and a rapper named Guwop. [/INST]

Lyrics: Go, go, go
It's Guwop, nigga
Turn up
Dark
Everything dark this summer, nigga
Yeah, you see me in the dark, too, fuck nigga
Yeah
It's Gucci, Guwop


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Create a song that includes references to being a legendary rapper, a person who talks a lot of trash, a skilled drug dealer, a dangerous individual, a lavish drinker, a person with unique preferences, a person who has a complicated family dynamic, and a person who is very honest in his observations about others. [/INST]

Lyrics: I talk so much shit I wake a dead man up
And I'm the meth man, you better call Redman up
I'm by myself man, and yes I ran my bread back up
You'll have better luck tryna rob a Brinks bank truck
Eight ounces and a Crush soda
Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover
I buy a pint, crack the seal, and put a straw in it
I'm drinking raw out the jar, caviar sipping
I might need a new prescription
These young hoes fucking senior citizens
Dad, your little sister is granddaddy mistress, sad
Secretary sucking politicians, you mad
You know that Mr. cheating on his Mrs
Remember when I could just take a bitch to Wendy's
But now these hoes say they wanna go to Sicily
But bitch you must be silly, wanna go to Piccadilly
Cause I really feel you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli


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A man is tired of the women in his life, who seem to care more about money and material things than their relationships. He wants to know where they were when he was going through hard times, and why they only seem to care about the perks of being with a successful man. [/INST]

Lyrics: These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes
Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes
Married thirty years but he sleep with these hoes
Spending all this money, going out to eat
M.O.B. means money over bitches
These niggas say they real, but they just a bunch of bitches
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Baby girl, where you was when I was water wippin'
When I was water wippin', when I was water wippin'
Fuck the bedroom, point me to the kitchen


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Create a song lyric tribute for the rapper "Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E" and the late rappers "R.I.P. To Pimp" and "O.D.B" with a celebratory and respectful tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
R.I.P. To Pimp
And O.D.B


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A rapper reflects on the lifestyle they once embraced and how it has changed, while also boasting about their current style and confidence. [/INST]

Lyrics: Like Pun and Joe, I don’t wanna be a player no more
Zone 6, I can’t be your mayor no more
Took all my jewelry, all my money, threw it out the door
Brick Squad goin’ broke? Nigga that’s a “hell no”
Am I fresh nigga? Yes, yes
And my bitch dressed nigga, yes, yes
Dress so fresh I impress myself
And I’m smoking on a pound of the realest
Yes or no, am I over dressed?
Asked for a pick up, said “hell yes”
Asked for the dick I said “hell yes”
“Do you wanna fuck me?”
She said “hell yes”


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Write a song about people showcasing their wealth and success without focusing on the material aspects, highlighting the importance of hard work and camaraderie. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, you dig? (Yeah)
Uncle Jxm (It's Dolph)
Ayy (Hahaha, it's just a whole lotta money)


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A song where the singer is expressing that they are not afraid to be used or taken advantage of, but only for the right person, and they also criticize others for not making any noise or being heard. [/INST]

Lyrics: If you keep whining, baby, you gon’ lose me
Better choose me, baby, come choose me
So fine that I let the girl use me
But I don’t ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up)
Baby use, me – baby, use me
Baby use, me – baby, you can use me
Baby use, me – you can use me
But I don’t ever get used up, usually
…makin’ no noise
That nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)
…makin’ no noise
No niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)
…makin’ no noise
Them niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)
…makin’ no noise
That nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)


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Create a song that reflects a lifestyle centered around drugs, money, and appearances, with the chorus emphasizing the idea of "Mi Casa Su Casa" and the use of various slang terms. [/INST]

Lyrics: Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


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Write a song about an unapologetic, powerful individual who is surrounded by loyal friends and family, while engaging in various activities and experiences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rastas
More ganja than reefer farmers, you couldn't see me with binoculars
White girl with me, Cindy Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra
Gave ten birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop 'em, Moreland Plaza
Flow sick like the morning after, try me then your skull get fractured
Ransom your little handsome son, so sad that your first daughter captured
Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border
Your girlfriend's a major snorter but that bitch ain't worth a quarter
Don't give that another thought-a, if you serve me then get shot up
Ounce, a half, a eighth, a quarter, send my goons to do the slaughter
Hustle hard, got from my father, take no shit, got from my mother
Never snitched and never will, I put that on my baby brother


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Write a rap song about a day in the life of a trapper who loves dirty dancing, using slang terms and metaphors to describe their actions and experiences. [/INST]

Lyrics: In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze, me and the yay is dirty dancing
Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie glasses
Stupid Brick Squad chickens in, stankin' through the plastic
Gettin ‘em in and gettin’ em gone; definition of a trapper
I'm the hottest thing walkin' 'round in East Atlanta
So I'm like a baby, shittin' like a damn Pamper
Ooh, they hate my swag cause these bars is Alaska
Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner
Coca-Cola, where's the water? Watch this dough, I serve this order
One on the window cause the police just might smell this odor
Barber shops and beauty parlors just to cover dirty dollars
White girl was super dirty so I put her in the shower


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Describe the luxurious lifestyle and criminal endeavors of a drug dealer who has access to a large amount of drugs and money, using the metaphors of products and places to represent their illegal activities. [/INST]

Lyrics: Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game
Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars"
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


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A song about being a successful, notorious figure in the rap game, navigating relationships and friendships, and traveling along specific highways while transporting large amounts of money. [/INST]

Lyrics: Shawty Lo, call me Escobar
They try to retired me like the great Brett Favre
Still got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Even Nicki fuckin' with my girlfriend
Yeah, we share that bitch
Got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch
Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist
And I'm still on the highway takin' a risk
Back and forth from the 1 and the 6
Ridin' I-20 with a bunch of them bricks
Ayy, from the 1 and the 6
Ridin' I-20, all white bricks


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A song about a person who deals with illegal substances and uses their illegal earnings to buy material possessions while maintaining a facade through retail and beauty establishments. [/INST]

Lyrics: Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game
Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to "cover up these dirty dollars"
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


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A rapper reflects on their experiences in the drug game, dealing with law enforcement, rivalries, and living the high life. They mention their various whip collections, collaborations with other crews, and the risks and rewards of the hustle. They also reference their fame and brag about their origins in Memphis and Zone 6 in Atlanta. [/INST]

Lyrics: Feds coming after us, niggas talkin' 'bout jackin' us
Married to that white girl so bitch, I ain’t no bachelor
Brick Squad, Re-Up Gang, motherfuckin' yayo club
Lookin for another one cause I ran off on my last plug
Off white Jag, white truck, white Lambo
All white Porsche four door going HAM ho
You know who I am ho (Yo Gotti!) you say I robbed your brother
I don’t give a damn though; he must've had the yams low
He must've had them grams off, weighing what I paid for
Too many of them bands, now he laying on his man's floor
I’m Yo Gotti nigga, and I’m from North Memphis
In East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the North with me


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Write a song lyrics about illegal activities, the use of substances, and the attempts to cover up this illicit lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


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I want to write a rap song about my flashy lifestyle, high-end fashion, and expensive tastes, while also mentioning my accomplishments, possessions, and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got that hard Gucc', you know these bitches easy
I got that cold flu, I got that itchy sneezy
You in that Mitsubishi, I'm in that Bentley GT
I'm takin' trips with Papi (You walkie-talkie copy)
I got them Pookie fiends, might rock some Juicy jeans
I mean some Juicy sweats; maybe some blue Giuseppes
I play foul, no free-throw
Bitch I ball, no free show, deadass, no peep-show
Bought our own condo, water-front condo
Daughter, son dundo; watchin' Telemundo
Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket
What you coppin'? Keep that work inside my Pippi Longstocking, bitch


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A song about the glamorous and dangerous world of drug trafficking, with lyrics that highlight the extravagant lifestyle and the various ways to launder the money earned from it. [/INST]

Lyrics: Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything
Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend
Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game
Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob', I could cook it for ya
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars
Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas
Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars


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Input:
A song about a carefree, stylish lifestyle, cruising in a luxurious car with a star-studded crew, enjoying life to the fullest and not taking things too seriously. [/INST]

Lyrics: Huh, it's Gucci
Droptop (Right now)
Wizop
Huh, Wop (Hitmaka)
Go


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Wop, wop, wop" is a catchy rhythmic phrase that is repeated multiple times throughout the song, emphasizing the swagger and confidence of the artist. The lyrics also mention "VVS the wrist," which refers to a high-quality diamond, signifying the luxurious lifestyle that the artist leads. Additionally, the lyrics hint at the possibility of the artist attracting someone else's partner due to their charisma and appeal. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch


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Write a catchy rap song about someone's luxurious lifestyle, flashy jewelry, and confidence in their ability to attract women, while also challenging listeners to find someone who can match their level of success and style. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh, yeah)
Might steal your bitch (Huh, go)
Tone that shit down (Ooh, yeah)
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (Oh, why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this (Huh, go)


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Input:
Describe a wild night out where you're cruising in a car, smoking potent weed, meeting someone new, partying with champagne, and not worrying about hangovers. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, four-four tippin’, I be on a hunnid spokes
Fire weed, hit it, have a nigga seeing ghosts
Tell me what it do 'cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, take a shot, won’t have a hangover (Yeah)


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In a song about flaunting luxury and asserting dominance, a rapper repeatedly references the high quality of his diamond-encrusted watch and playfully warns others not to underestimate his ability to attract women. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh)
Might steal your bitch (Might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Yeah, yeah, huh)
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop (Huh, yeah)
Might steal your bitch


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Input:
Imagine a song where the lyrics express a desire for someone to tone down their excessive behavior, but also celebrating their unique talents and skills. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tone that shit down (Ooh, yeah)
You ain't never ball like this
Tone that shit down (Oh, why?)
Tell me who can ball like this
Tone that shit down
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down
Tell me who can ball like this


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Imagine a scenario where someone is dominating in a particular sport or activity and boasting about their skills. The song is meant to be a response to that person, encouraging them to tone down their arrogance and asking who else can match their level of skill. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tone that shit down (Down)
Tone that shit down (Down)
Tone that shit down (Down)
Who you know can ball like this?
Tone that shit down (Down)
Tell me who can ball like this


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Input:
A group of friends are gathered in their house, ready to engage in a playful, non-literal "shoot-out" or competition, emphasizing their confidence and determination to face any challenge that comes their way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out


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Input:
In a world where street life and business intertwine, a man named Scooter becomes the boss of a powerful criminal organization. His rival wants to take over the kitchen, which is the place where significant decisions are made. Scooter, however, is not afraid to defend his territory. The lyrics describe the dangerous situations Scooter has been through, and how he reacts when threatened. [/INST]

Lyrics: Walk up from my spot, sit down, have a seat
I just been in 5 shoot outs last week
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen
Nobody make a move, nigga, when Scooter handling business
Reaching in his pocket, Gucci slap him with the pistol-


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Imagine a scene where a character is involved in illegal activities and is willing to make millions, despite the consequences for others. They are accompanied by a partner who is not related to them, but shares similar pursuits. The character has money and material possessions, and maintains a street-oriented lifestyle, collaborating with other famous figures. [/INST]

Lyrics: Brick strapped to your sister I'm a send her in a rental
I don't give a damn about her, but I'll make millions with the tender
I got money in the fender, tryna buy my kids Christmas
Me and Scooter ain't twins, but we got twin choppers
Got Waka Flocka Flame, a nigga hit em with the yapa
I'm a street nigga, never be a partner to a copper (No)


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A rapper is expressing frustration and anger after unexpectedly finding police in his spot and accusing someone of snitching. The rapper also discusses his experiences with bricks and police, and his interactions with someone who robbed him at a carwash years ago. [/INST]

Lyrics: What the fuck going on nigga?
Who the fuck let these police ass nigga in here?
I don't know
Fuck out the spot nigga
Snitching ass niggas got caught with a brick
Same day call my phone for a thirty-six
I can see with one eye open like Slick Rick
Fuck the police that's why I rap about them bricks (Me too)
You might also like
I ain't Diddy nigga, but these bricks get remixed
When the chopper start spitting, nigga head 'gon get split
Nigga robbed me at the carwash, that was 1996
Ever since the day, them niggas ain't tried me since


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Input:
Recount the events of a past drug deal gone wrong that ended with one person getting robbed, while reflecting on the consequences and the need to repay the debt. [/INST]

Lyrics: God damn, bruh
Talkin' 'bout a nigga robbed you in '96
No, you geeked up, boy
He did
You still gotta pay though
I know


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A rapper who is owed a brick (drug payment) from a rival three years ago, and after encountering him in a club, resolves to take matters into his own hands, while also revealing his connections to others who are willing to assist him in his endeavors. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nigga owed me a brick, that was three years ago
Seen him in the club, nigga, shot him in the throat
Black amigo Scooter still rob 'migos
And I still got a lot of shooters on the payroll


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A group of friends are hanging out in a car, discussing their plans to meet up with another friend, possibly at a store or an event. They are excited about the possibility of getting some exclusive sneakers and are prepared for any situation that may arise. The conversation involves references to their "shooters" (friends with a reputation for being tough or skilled in certain areas) and their intention to make a strong impression. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hold up Scooter
I got shooters
You got a shooters
Aye man what?
Get the door man that's Fresh man, you don't see him on the camera?
I need 'em bruh
Yea, let 'em in
Aye, open the door nigga
I need 50 of them pretty mids, this nigga at the store
He waiting right now, Gucci is it a go?
I hope it is, 'cause if it is, my shooters, they on go
Shooter on the Scooter, bring them bows
He want them right now, he just came from way up the road
Ten millimeter with thirty shots, make your fuckin' head explode


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Input:
A rapper boasts about their luxurious "trap house mansion" and the various security measures they have in place, as well as their connections and influence in their community. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got a trap house mansion with some hard wood floors
Can't come in, I got burglar bar doors
Trap going crazy, but I got it under control
I just bust 'em open, fix 'em up, and move 'em out the door
Who this nigga in this Buick, man get Scooter on the phone
I'm like a NBA coach 'cause I keep shooters at my home


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A rapper expressing their suspicion and warning about an unidentified individual who they believe to be dangerous and up to no good. [/INST]

Lyrics: All I know I never seen his face in my life
Street smart so I know this nigga ain't right
Pull up at my spot, cut your car off hit your lights
Before you hit the door, you get robbed on sight


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Input:
A group of friends boast about their skills and willingness to confront others in a conflict, using the term "shooters" as a metaphor for their readiness to face challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
This a whole bunch, a whole bunch of shooters in this house
Its some shooters in this house, its some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out


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Input:
A song that includes various contributions from 33 artists and focuses on the appreciation of a well-endowed derriere, along with a catchy beat provided by J. White. [/INST]

Lyrics: J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh


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Write a song about a confident and wealthy man who enjoys attending extravagant parties, where he is surrounded by beautiful women and has a knack for charming and entertaining them, while also emphasizing his love for women with curves and his affinity for luxury. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that (No)
I got chips for days and I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It's a block party, they done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She's a big booty bitch showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you, she's an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head she get that bread from me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it's Gucci)


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A fun, catchy song that celebrates and praises the beauty of big booties in a light-hearted and playful manner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Big booty hoes, ho booty
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty


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A song about flaunting expensive jewelry and attracting attention from women. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gucci Mane La Flare
Yeah, where yo ice at?
Where yo chain and yo rings at?
Where yo bling at?
I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy
All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited (uh, uh-uh, uh, chyeah)
I'm so icy, so icy (uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, let's go)


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Imagine a song where a confident and cool individual is celebrating their charm and the attention they receive from girls around them, while also emphasizing their icy demeanor, and playfully warning others not to challenge their status. [/INST]

Lyrics: All these girls excited
Ooh, you know they like it (oh you know that them girls like it)
I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby)
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy)


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The lyrics discuss the power of resilience and loyalty in the face of adversity, emphasizing the importance of having someone to rely on through thick and thin, no matter the challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride, we ride
We ride, we ride
Even when it don't go right
Even when the shit go left
Even when my arms can't fight, we ride
(Get somebody that gon' ride for you) Even when I lose my breath
(Who gon' die for you) Even when I hurt myself
(Who gon' cry for you) Even if it means my life, we ride


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Input:
Create lyrics about the infamous drug lord, El Chapo, describing his feared reputation, criminal activities, and the consequences of his actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: He's known as El Chapo or Shorty and he's no doubt the most feared and the most dangerous drug lord in all of Mexico. Police turned up four more bodies, churned in the trunk of a burned-out car near the....


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Imagine a song where a group of friends express their admiration for the infamous drug lord El Chapo, fantasizing about the wealth, power, and lifestyle that comes with it, while also paying respect when they meet him. [/INST]

Lyrics: All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


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Input:
A fast-paced and rebellious lifestyle, living a life of luxury, dealing with various challenges and betrayals, and aspiring to be like a legendary figure in the criminal world. [/INST]

Lyrics: I live a life so crazy make me start smokin' newports
And you ain't comin' in, I'ma serve you in the front porch
My plug he comin' in, I'm about a scoop him from the airport
And ain't no room for nothin' else but money in my condo
Ballin' like a bitch you think my grandmother Griselda
These suckas they can't wait to double cross you like Diego
I'm whackin' niggas, taxin' niggas similar to Pablo
I'm big chained touchin' every penny like I'm Castro
Boss shit mob hits Lucky Luciano
Bricksquad Records like the damn Gambinos
The shit that I done did has only been done by Latinos
Dope so good you think it came from El Chapo
You might also like
All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


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A rapper describes the benefits of having a trusted connection (Amado) for high-quality cocaine, as well as their extensive drug trafficking operation, including various drug transactions, weapons, and the expenses they incur. They emphasize that they are not a religious person but appreciate the cleanliness of their cocaine product, and they highlight the many bricks of both brown (heroin) and white (cocaine) drugs they have in their possession. [/INST]

Lyrics: Plane just touch down thanks to Amado
Best coke in the world going through your nostrils
Plugs steady send the dope in by the boat load
Severing niggas heads off like El Loco
A hundred bricks is nothin' if you Jesus Elizando
My big toy Emilio got it in the choke hold
Spent a half a million last year on Forgiatos
And no I am not a catholic confessin' is a no no
So many bricks of brown and white you know we got a snow roll
Coke so clean every one brick is a combo
A little handgun in every pocket in my cargo
And it's a stack for a kilo if you get it in the jungle


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Input:
Write a song about aspiring to become the notorious drug lord El Chapo, highlighting the desire for wealth, power, and admiration from fellow criminals. [/INST]

Lyrics: All we wanna be is El Chapo
At least all the street niggas I know
All I wanna be is El Chapo
Fully automatic slice your auto
All I wanna be is El Chapo
3 Billion dollars in pesos
All I wanna be is El Chapo
And when I meet him, I'ma tell him bravo


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Input:
Imagine a song featuring 55 contributors, and it revolves around a theme of bipolarity and the energy it brings to the music production. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ahh, g-got it on Smash
OG Parker, go
Bipolar (brr), Bipolar (huh), yeah


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Bipolar, just got my bipolar check, wearing a bipolar necklace, going crazy with my bipolar ex, feeling bipolar with my bipolar wrist, and I keep on switching my bipolar whips. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bipolar with the check (Bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (Bipolar)
Go crazy with your ex (Bipolar)
I just might go crazy with my bitch (Bipolar)
Bipolar with the check (Bipolar)
I just put somethin' crazy 'round my neck (Bipolar, yeah)
Bipolar with my wrist (Bipolar)
Bipolar, man I keep on switchin' whips (Bipolar)


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Input:
In the 90s and 80s, cocaine was widely used and Pablo Escobar was the notorious drug lord who supplied much of it, making him one of the most violent and ferocious criminals in history. [/INST]

Lyrics: Just about anybody who used cocaine
In the 90s and 80s was using Pablo Escobar's product
Escobar was probably the most violent
The most ferocious criminal that has ever lived


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Describe a person who is known for their wealth and influence, and how others should react when encountering them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo


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Write a song about a drug lord named Pablo who rules in Zone 6, has a large crew, and is compared to El Chapo and Griselda Blanco. The lyrics should also mention making and selling drugs, the desire to outdo Nike, and the importance of loyalty. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
You might also like
Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo
21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco
Peso, euro, all about dinero
Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo
Guwop, call me Pablo
Box-load of bricks with a bar code
I could cook a duece something with a blindfold
Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed
Pablo life, got them Pablo prices
And I’m kingpin status, so I'm Pablo icy
And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it
El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
It's silver or lead yeah, that's my motto
Young Scooter, my vato, Ferrari, my auto
Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lotto


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Write a song about a notorious drug lord, using Pablo Escobar as a reference, while emphasizing the risks and rewards of being in his league and the impact of law enforcement in the Zone 6 area. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo


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A young, ambitious individual, who is proud of their accomplishments and lifestyle, talks about their success in life, including their big brother, aka "the dope man," their luxurious lifestyle, and the envy of others. They also discuss their interactions with others, particularly those who are envious or unsuccessful in their own lives. [/INST]

Lyrics: My big brother, the dope man
5 straps like Bruh Man
It's Pablo and the pimp man
Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam
Fuck niggas be like "aw man"
Cause we young niggas and we getting it
And y'all niggas is jealous
Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit
I say yes, nigga, indeed
I dress better than I read
Shine gold teeth when I chief
Pick your eyes up when I speak
Got that big ranch, real horses
Y'all niggas blue cheese
Only talk big money, with real niggas
Y'all niggas too cheap, Pablo!


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Imagine a song about a person who is known as "Pablo" in their community for their wealth and notoriety. The lyrics should highlight the person's extravagant lifestyle, their influence, and their reputation as someone to avoid conflict with. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso
You don't want to war with Pablo
They'll kill you when he say so
Touch down with it like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo
Diamonds on my neck like Pablo
And the feds on my ass like Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
You don't want to go to war with Pablo


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Create a song that pays homage to Pablo Escobar, while also using his name as a symbol of strength and power in a different context. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco
You don't want to war with Pablo
Feds on my ass like Pablo
Touch down with the dope like Pablo
In Zone 6, I'm Pablo


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Write a song about Pablo Escobar's fear of American justice and his attempts to fight against extradition. [/INST]

Lyrics: Escobar did not fear Colombian authorities
But he did fear American justice, and American prisons
When he could not get the law changed
To keep him from being brought to trial in the U.S
He tried to kill the lawmakers


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Input:
A mysterious voice seems to be arguing with another, trying to identify who they are and who "Guwop" is. The song encourages listeners to "turn up" and keep living life to the fullest. [/INST]

Lyrics: Who it is?
Who is this?
Oh that's whatcha-ma-call-it
Nigga, this Guwop, nigga
Oh, oh that's Guwop
Shut the fuck up, nigga
Slap the shit out you, nigga
I said it's Guwop, nigga
Turn up
Ayy man
Keep it pimpin'


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A rapper reflects on overcoming obstacles and the friends they've lost along the way as they strive for success and wealth. [/INST]

Lyrics: These niggas tryna hold me back but a nigga can't never hold me back (Nah)
Gucci Mane, I'ma get up, I'ma walk 'round and I'ma get me a stack (Yeah)
Walk around with these thigh pads, damn, my nigga that my bad (Walla)
That you broke so damn fast, had the same chance that I had
You feel bad but I'm not sad, you can talk trash but I moved on
Three homes, ten phones, tell me where did it go wrong?
All the money that I have aka that’s my stash (Mine)
Nigga try to take my cash, bet the nigga gon' die fast (Yeah)
50 bands in the brand new pants, take 5000 and I wipe my ass
Gucci Mane, fear no man, I’m a tough guy like Conan (It's Gucci)
Mojo, my right hand and Unit was our dope man
And R.I.P. to my dope man, I know he lookin' down from Heaven


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A rapper brags about their wealth, describing the expensive items they own, the places they intend to travel, and their affiliation with a powerful group. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm chargin 3900 for it, I got them bags in (Got them bags)
850, you know I got that swag in (Damn)
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks, you know that trash shit (That Reg')
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to Athens (Go)
Bricksquad in this bitch, we known for takin' (Yeah)
I got a couple more 'dem squares they going to Macon (Come fuck with me)
I'ma stop by Savannah, then Augusta (Augusta)
And I'm a multimillionaire, but I'm from Custer (Wop)


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A rap song describing an attractive woman who has a unique and captivating way of dancing that makes people stutter when they approach her. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can't even lie, that bitch so bad, lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit


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A bragging rapper boasts about his skills in the bedroom, including his ability to pleasure a woman so much that she might consider ending her life. He also showers her with material possessions and takes her to exotic locations, but she ultimately leaves him for another man. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm just tryna fight it off, ain't tryna nut too quick
She make me wanna take her, she's another nigga bitch
A bitch that Gucci Mane can't get, man that bitch don't exist
This dick so good, I take it from her, she might slit her wrist
Bling blaww burr, I put diamonds on her clit
Fucked her in the air, yeah she ride me on the jet
His and her fur, yeah I bought my chick a fit
Like Edward Scissorhands, yeah she cut up on that dick
G-g-g-good God, so why she standing back like a pic?
Spaghetti straps in my Maybach, she showing off her tits
She ran off on the plug, so I'ma smash her at the Ritz
S-skeeted in her mouth so now she talkin' with a lisp


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A playful song about admiring a woman's confidence and her attractive features, specifically her curves. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit
I can't even lie, that bitch so bad lil' mama so thick
The way she throw it back it make you stutter when you hit


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A group of hip-hop artists, including members from Blood In Blood Out, Icey Entertainment, and Bouldercrest Records, come together to collaborate on a new song, highlighting their unique talents and contributions to the track. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bouldercrest Records CEO speaking
So Icey Entertainment CEO speaking (Icey)
Blood In Blood Out member speaking (Uh, uh)
East Atlanta, Bouldercrest affiliated (Yeah, Supastar)
It's ya boy Gucci (Supastar)
Another beat banger, Fatboi fucking with me (Supastar, Gangsta Grillz)


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The lyrics seem to describe a person's life and experiences, particularly in relation to their car, money, and interactions with others in their social or professional life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen (Uh)


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A song about the life in a specific neighborhood called Zone 6, where people flaunt their wealth, luxury items, and lifestyle, with references to different friends, objects, and experiences that are unique to this area. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gucci don't care, scale like yeah (Yeah)
Mojo's there, Eggbeater's there (Beater)
RIP to Blockbeater, O.J. here (Juice)
Oh my God, it's Zone 6 year (Year)
Zone 6 chips, Bouldercrest beer (Beer)
Zone 6 rims and Bouldercrest gems (Yeah)
30 inches got me looking down on them (Them)
And I'm so high, it's so lonely up here (Lonely up here)
Jumping out the vert, it's some bitches over there (Bitches over there)
Big booty bitches loves a good cooking player (Player)
Bricks in the basement, pills in the cabinet
Pounds in the closet, money in the attic, Gucci


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A young rapper, whose name is Gucci, is describing his life in the kitchen, which is a colloquial term for the place where he gets money. He is in a luxurious car with big rims, which he proudly claims to have bought. He also mentions that people should not mess with his kitchen, meaning that he is good at making money. He then talks about how he got a hold of dope, which is slang for a good amount of something, in this case, money. He mentions that while some people are losing, he and his friends are capable of making mad [/INST]

Lyrics: Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen (Uh)
Dope bowl crack (Damn), now we getting mad (Damn)
But we ain't really lost cause we can Isotol dat ass (Yeah)
When we bringing raw (Raw), bring it to your door (Huh)
Money on the floor, bring money to the door, Gucci


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Write a song about a person who is enjoying the high life and expressing their dominance in the kitchen, while also mentioning their luxury items and the way they acquired them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Put the pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, Gucci? Plenty working in the kitchen (Huh)
Pounds in the trash can, Gucci do the dishes (Yeah)
Don't nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen (Yeah)
Bought a old school, then I sat it on sixes (Yeah)
How you cop it, how you get it? plenty working in the kitchen, Gucci (Uh)


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A confident and charismatic man named Gucci Mane attempts to charm a woman he's just met. Despite her hesitation, he tries to convince her that he can be everything she needs in her life, including a shelter, a doctor, a pill, and a whip that elevates her to success. He emphasizes that his reputation and connections make him a force to be reckoned with, and that he can be a source of stability and support for her. [/INST]

Lyrics: First thang first, baby girl let's get acquainted
My name Gucci Mane, baby tell me what you dranking
That boy is a lame, he don't got no super game
My name Gucci Mane and baby girl that's just a name
Tell me who you came with and the reason that you came
You don't need to be here girl you should be ashamed
Baby let me help you, I'll be your shelter in the rain
Let me be your doctor tell me where you feeling pain
I can be your pill baby, I can keep you sane
And I can be your whip, I can whip you off the chain
I know you heard bout Guwop and my boys we off the chain
I'm the boss and spilling sauce
Cause Gucci don't know how to sang


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Reflecting on a significant moment in my life, I'm at this point of my life, where I'm confronting time, relationships, and the power of the mind. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm at this point of my life, important part of my life
I'm at this point of my life, that I don't really have time
I'm at this point of my life, girl would you set me aside
I'm at the point of my life, I'm having sex with your mind


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Celebrate your success and loyalty to your partner, while acknowledging the presence of other partners in life and the unique connection you share with your significant other. [/INST]

Lyrics: To all the hustlas worldwide, and from coast to coast
Put your glasses in the air and propose a toast
Grab the pretty girl that you love the most
Ladies grab your boyfriend, baby hold him close
I got a girl From a Island and she love me mo
Got another girl and she love my boat
Got another girl love to sell my dope
Got another girl love to buy me coats
But they ain't you bae, no they ain't you babe
It's just somethin else I can do when ain't nohin to do babe
See they ain't you babe, it's me and you babe
And there ain't nothing else I can do but be with you, babe
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I'm at this point of my life, important part of my life
I'm at this point of my life, that I don't really have time
Come at this point of my life, girl would you set me aside
I'm at the point of my life, I'm having sex with your mind


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Write a song about a confident, successful individual who enjoys stepping, wearing flashy diamonds, and is not afraid to make a name for themselves in London. [/INST]

Lyrics: Big boy diamonds (Burr)
I'm that big boy stepper, I'm that stepper
All my steps calculated, I'm that stepper, nigga (Free Kodak, ASAP)
Remember that, I'm the one that's stepping, nigga
I'ma step, one thing about me, yeah
I'm in London, got my beat from London (Go)


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Write a song about a person who has a flashy lifestyle and is confident in their ability to attract others. [/INST]

Lyrics: Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin' (Damn)
This ain't a grill
Ice on my teeth, yeah, it's permanent
Bought a new gun and I dirtied it
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
I'm a burglar and a murderer, try me
Big boy diamonds
Ice on me changin' the climate
She like the way I be vibin'
Big boy diamonds


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Feeling the challenges and obstacles life throws at me, I'm determined to face them head-on, becoming stronger and more resilient with each one I overcome. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm down on that red, this right here gon' get hard. Gon' get hard. Every day I'm getting fucking harder, I am...


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Imagine a rap song where each verse is delivered by a different artist. The song's chorus is a repetition of the phrase 'I'm a dog,' implying confidence and uniqueness, with a beat produced by Zaytoven. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Every dog has it's day, man, every dog
And you know I'm the only dog (Gucci)
So Icey Entertainment (So Icey, baby), Gucci (Yeah)
Yola Da Great, baby (Yeah)
Yo, yo, what it do? We linked up, we linked up, man (Yeah)
Zaytoven behind these tracks, I'm here, buddy


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A song that uses repetition to emphasize the importance of treating a woman like a dog, both metaphorically and literally, with the narrator potentially being a pet dog. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'ma treat her like a dog (Huh?), feed her like a dog (Huh)
Beat her like a dog (Yeah), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Treat her like a dog (Yeah), feed her like a dog (Yeah, Gucci, Gucci)
Beat her like a dog (Huh), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)


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Driving around Atlanta, hanging out in East Atlanta, meeting interesting people, and listening to hip-hop music. [/INST]

Lyrics: Chasin' cats, chasin' rats, Gucci got them power packs
Got 'em, them straight from the 6, East Atlanta, proud of that
This fine broads looking at me, damn, I see a puddy cat
And I like them freaky girls, they know how to throw it back
Put up your shot, I'll throw it back, Throw Back, please roll up the 'thrax
Throw Back get sum jaw while I'm killin' this bitch from the back
Put up your shot, I'll throw it back, Throw Back, please roll up the 'thrax
Shawtie get sum jaw while we killin' this ho from the back


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Create a song about someone who treats others poorly, using a metaphor of being a dog to emphasize the degrading nature of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'ma treat her like a dog (Huh?), feed her like a dog (Huh)
Beat her like a dog (Yeah), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, I'm a dog
Treat her like a dog (Yeah), feed her like a dog (Yeah)
Beat her like a dog (Huh), then pass her to my dogs (Yeah)
I'm a dog


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A drug dealer brags about his success, wealth, and connections, while dissing his enemies and expressing his disdain for the ATF and border patrol. He enjoys living with the fruits of his labor, including cash and drugs, and takes pleasure in knowing that his rivals are jealous and envious. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money owed, dope sold bitch you already know
White birds black birds serving pigeons and crows
I whip the dope so good, a benz jumped out the bowl
Motherfuck the ATF and the border patrol
Me and my amigos at the table shots of Don Julio
I fucked your bitch a week ago, but I ain't gonna fuck her no more (Psych!)
I got the stacks under the mattress so I sleep with the dough
I got them bricks stuffed in the wall so yea I live with the coke
It's Bricksquad and I know you niggas mad cause you broke
He seen my video on the TV and he broke the remote
I'm like Pablo in his prime, shoulder deep with the snow
I read yo paper work nigga man yall niggas some hoes


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You've been working hard to achieve success and accumulate wealth, but people around you might not appreciate it. Despite that, you're determined to continue your journey and enjoy the life you've built for yourself, without worrying about what others think. [/INST]

Lyrics: I been on some fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cause I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit
You might also like
I got all eyes on me like Pac did
But I ain't trying to go broke like Joc did
I ain't trying to fuck my dealer did like Block did
I'm trying to stack them free bands like Rock did
Tell the truth I never thought that I get this big
I think I'm about to buy some choppers like Tip did
I came in, flexing jewelry like Flip did
Got every penny out the 6 I swear I milked it
That Bricksquad shit I built it
I put Flocka in the game and he killed it
I did a song with Lil Wayne and I killed it
My only wish my nigga Dunk was here to rip shit (It's Gucci)


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Feeling angry and determined to rise above the haters, the protagonist describes their recent attitude and actions, which include grinding to achieve success, attracting and enjoying the company of attractive individuals, and maintaining an "I don't give a fuck" attitude towards the world. [/INST]

Lyrics: I been on some fuck the world shit lately
And I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I'm a fly nigga to be exact
And I been on some the fuck the world shit lately
Cause I grind to get where I'm at
These niggas don't want to see you with these stacks
I fuck fly bitches to be exact
And I been on some fuck the world shit


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A rap song featuring Gucci Mane and Zaytoven, discussing their entrance to a club with their flashy cars and friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah! Gucci Mane is in the building!
So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track
We goin' to the club, we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck


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Write a song that talks about the curiosity and uncertainty of someone's current state of being, with repetitive questions and playful teasing. [/INST]

Lyrics: Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Is you rollin'?
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Bitch, I might be
Yeah


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A song where the narrator encounters a person who seems to be overly enthusiastic and possibly a little too invested in the situation, leading to a lighthearted interaction and a request for drinks. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hey, what's up Gucci Mane, why you sweating so hard?
Is you rolling or something?
Shit, well, baby I might be...
But god damn, what is you doing? You jockin' a playa, you too chewy over here, right?
Look, I ain't K-Rab baby, you know what I mean
I'm not a piece of bubblegum, what I'm doing is not your business. But matter of fact, while you over here, is you a waitress or something? ’Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do, aight. I'ma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you whatever you drinking, bring me and the clique about ten of them orange juices, five Crunk Juices and we'll be straight, how ’bout that
And is you straight? Is you single or is you married?


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A rapper expressing pride in their hometown, Oakland, and mentioning their record label, 4PF, while celebrating their recent accomplishments in the music industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: DaVinci (DaVinci, DaVinci)
Yeah
Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man
You know what I'm saying? The whole 4PF
Know what I'm saying? I put this up
Yeah


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A group of friends are discussing whether a song they are listening to is "Wicked" and asking to replay a specific part, referred to as "Turbo. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh, this the one right here, Wicked?
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Run that back, Turbo


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A song about a once-close friendship that slowly deteriorated due to the girlfriend's change in attitude and behavior, causing the narrator to miss the earlier days when they were close friends and shared everything. [/INST]

Lyrics: We started off as close friends (Close friends)
Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool (So cool)
Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you


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A song about a relationship that went from being a great friendship to a not-so-great one, with the singer lamenting the changes in their partner and expressing a desire to return to the way things were before. [/INST]

Lyrics: We started off as close friends (Close friends)
Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)
We used to tell each other everything (Everything)
I even went and bought her diamond rings, matching earrings
Everything was so cool (So cool)
Lately baby been actin' so rude (Been so rude)
I don't know what somebody told you (What they told you)
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you


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Describe a scenario where someone is becoming successful, surrounded by friends and family, and dealing with the pressures and responsibilities of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fill the bando up with bags, give the lil' bro them a job
You can come get rich with us, you gon' eat or you gon' starve?
Keep a certified hitter sittin', I pay him not to rob
Hop out 2020 Cullinan, I'm ridin' in the stars
Know some people hate that I'm on top, I bulletproofed the car
All the members made free bands off packs, live like they crackin' cards
Joe know for a fact I keep it real, he still ain't take the charge
Why she talkin' crazy 'bout me like I don't do more than my part?
I can't play with my creation, give the world to my lil' boys
I been savin' more than I been spendin', that's what I bе on
I'm a human, I'm not perfect, I know sometimеs I be wrong


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A confident and successful individual expressing their desire to have someone they are attracted to, talking about their spending habits, investments, and the support they received from a friend while incarcerated. Mentioning a weapon, a name (Marco), and the maintenance of appearance. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me"
If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me
Put six figures in your business, I do real shit
I drop cash at the dealership, they'll mail you a pink slip
She make sure she keep her nails did and her wig fixed
Went to jail and that one held me down, she a real bitch
Hundred rounds in the double drum, this a Kel-Tec
Marco been in prison for a while, but he still flex


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A confident individual trying to persuade someone to engage with them and share their resources or talents, emphasizing that they willingly spend money and support others in return. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm like, "Come and put that pussy on me, don't be runnin' from me"
If I like it, I spend money on it, get whatever from me


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In response to the killing of George Floyd, protests have been happening across the country, especially in Minneapolis. The situation has escalated, with demonstrators being attacked with tear gas and rubber bullets. The primary demand of the protesters is to see the officers involved in the incident arrested. The lyrics "I can't breathe" are a reference to Floyd's final words while being killed by the police. [/INST]

Lyrics: Protests and growing national outcry continues over the death of George Floyd (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Last night, people protesting in Minneapolis escalated
As demonstrators were lashed by tear gas and rubber bullets
The main message here, the main message here, the main message here
Is that they want to see those officers involved
They want to see those officers arrested
Officers arrested
(I can't breathe, I can't breathe)


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A fast and noisy car approaching a destination. [/INST]

Lyrics: New car very noisy
Come through and it's roarin'
Yeah, yeah
You know how I'm coming
You know how I'm coming


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Imagine a lyricist describing their recent windfall and the items they're spending it on, including clothing, a sold-out show, and a flashy vehicle. They also mention their flashy jewelry and their lack of interest in spending time with those who aren't part of their luxurious lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (Clothes)
Got a bonus, I sold out a show (Show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (Hoes)
I like when that white on her toes (Toes)
Picture me ridin' around in that Rolls (Royce)
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole (Swole)
I ain't got time to lay up with you hoes (Hoes)


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Describe your experiences in a new city with new people, your adaptable lifestyle, and the luxurious items you possess. [/INST]

Lyrics: Man, this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (Hoes)
I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (Okay)
Man, it's crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (Let's get it)
And you know I'm never lackin', got a new whip that's up in traffic
Water, water, water on my Patek (Woah), in a automatic
I drink water when I'm fastin' (Water), you's a has-been
They would love me in a casket, I can't have it
Boy, I'm far from average (Yeah), better wait your turn, better get in line


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A group of friends comes together, collaborating on a creative project while showing their loyalty and appreciation for one another. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cook that shit up, Quay
Baby
4 Pockets
Yeah, that's my dawg, yeah


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A loyal friendship, a reference to a close friend or partner, achieving success together, and the excitement of going home to be with someone special. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
Yeah, that's my dawg for sure (My dawg)
Yeah, that's my dawg (My dawg)
Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
Me and my dawg (Me and my dawg)
We gave 'em two in a row (We gave 'em two in a row)
Deja keep on callin' (Callin')
She say she ready to pull up (Pull up)
As soon as I get there, walk in
I'ma put her in a full nelson (Yeah)
I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
I'm comin' home to get you (I'm comin' home to get you)
I'm on my way, I'm goin' fast
I'm comin' home to get you (I'm on my way)


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Two friends planning to outperform their opponents in a game or competition, using a popular wrestling move as a metaphor for their teamwork. [/INST]

Lyrics: Dawgs
Just me and my dawgs
We gon' take 'em down two in a row
We gon' take 'em down two in a row
We gon' take 'em down two in a row
Just me and my dawgs
I'ma put her in a full nelson
As soon as I get there, I'ma put her in a full nelson


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A person narrating their life, successes, and the choices they've made, highlighting their street-sense and dedication to their goals, while acknowledging that they don't let others affect their choices. [/INST]

Lyrics: When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (Coupe, no brain)
Ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing (Do my thing)


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Describe a night out in the city with fast cars, bold fashion choices, and a wild night of partying. [/INST]

Lyrics: In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready


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Write a song about someone's wild and luxurious lifestyle, including references to fashion, partying, and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y's (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y's (Baguette-y)
Ain't gon' bash you bitches, I ain't petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin', we ain't goin' steady (Goin' steady)
I don't wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain't have no kid but I'm her daddy (I'm her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it's Magic (Like it's Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I'm a rabbit (I'm a rabbit)
I ain't Shawty Lo, but what's happenin'? (What's happenin'?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I'm on fuckin go, I can't panic (I can't panic)


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Describe the lifestyle of a wealthy and successful individual, with a focus on their luxury car, extravagant spending habits, and affiliation with high-end brands. [/INST]

Lyrics: In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi')
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it's chilly (It's chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel a month straight
Supermodel, her body gon' be my entree
I been runnin' with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars up to date, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain't straight
Bills ain't late, paid no notes
I ain't no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon' ride
.223's, drakes outside
We don't get tired, we gon' die


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Expressing feelings of not having spoken to someone in a while, while also striving for success and comparing life to a journey on the highway. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah
We ain't talked in like a week straight
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah


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A song about tensions between friends and exes, the desire for revenge against former rivals, and loyalty to friends with weapons. [/INST]

Lyrics: She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all them niggas
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon' keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas


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A rapper is expressing their frustration with the challenges they face in the music industry, specifically addressing producer Tay Keith and mentioning the difficulty of the situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Tay Keith, this too hard)
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)


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A young man recounts his experiences in the streets, reflecting on the love he has for his friends and his determination to rise above the challenges he faces, including betrayal, lack of trust, and the reality of living in a tough environment. [/INST]

Lyrics: Toast to 'em all
She said she love me but I know the truth, she been fuckin' my dawg (my dawg and all)
Lately I been feelin' crazy so I ain't been answerin' calls
I just been gettin' the money and savin' it
Keepin' my back on the wall
I'm never gon' fall
Straight to the money no stop
I'ma go straight to the stars
Free all of my niggas sittin' in the cell blocks
I'ma give it all I got
I'ma go straight to the stars
Condo at the top floor
We was so high, you can ask God
You can ask God


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A young man is reflecting on his journey from childhood to adulthood, balancing the pursuit of success with the desire to enjoy life's pleasures, and finding loyalty in his friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Draped down in Gucci, she rock Givenchy, she matchin' my fly
I know it's wrong, but fuck if it's wrong, I don't wanna be right
Let's take a trip, if we leave now, we can land tonight
We gon' take a trip to Dubai, guarantee you won't see nobody
Nobody safe where I come from
Young niggas goin' straight dumb
Fifty hollow tips in each drum
Throwing fours up with lil one
Hoppin' out trucks, we suited up, we ready for war, yeah
Yeah that's my boy, that's really my dawg
We went from boys to men
Straight to the money no stop
I'ma give it all I got
I'ma give it all I got
I'ma give it all I got
Straight to the money no stop
I'ma go straight to the top
I'ma go straight to the top
I'ma go straight to the top


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A friend convinces you to try a new and exciting activity, despite your initial hesitation. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)


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A group of friends has come into possession of a large amount of money and are celebrating their newfound fortune. They are also excited about Lil Baby's latest music. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit
Ayy, gangster shit only nigga
Lil Baby, what's poppin'?
DMac got me too bangin'
All four of my pockets full now


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You've experienced a sudden change in your life, and now you have more material possessions and opportunities. You're also realizing that you can't settle for less anymore, and need certain requirements to be met in various aspects of your life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can't be totin' no handguns
Unless that bitch come with a thirty
I can't be fuckin' these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can't be drivin' no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I'm up all of a sudden
I can't be rappin' for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can't be fuckin' these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can't be rockin' no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can't be drinkin' on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
I just came home with nothin'
Now I'm up all of a sudden
Hey, now I'm up all of the sudden, hey
Now I'm up all of the sudden
I just came home with nothin'
Now I'm up all of a sudden
Hey, now I'm up all of a sudden, hey
Now I'm up all of a sudden


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A young man from the projects becomes successful, buying luxury cars and designer items for his girlfriend, while maintaining a tough demeanor and refusing to be put down by others. He has a close connection with his family, and continues to work hard as he becomes legitimately wealthy. [/INST]

Lyrics: Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I'm like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C'd up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that's why I don't flock
Look at me, I'm on the chart
I don't look down but I'm on top
I don't entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon' get shot for real
Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer
So you know that mean I'm goin' hard 'til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way


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Imagine a person who is confident, successful, and always on the move, who has a unique style and values personal freedom and independence. This person has worked hard for their success and is now ready to take control of their life and future. They have a strong connection to their community and a special someone they care about deeply. They've faced challenges, but have overcome them to become a force to be reckoned with. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got six watches, I'm ahead of time
I’m goin' all out if it's 'bout mine
I’m gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind
Buy her a Birkin Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge


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A song about being independent and not needing help from anyone, while also emphasizing the importance of creating your own unique wave and vibe. The song should also have a catchy chorus and use repetitive phrases that emphasize the point being made. [/INST]

Lyrics: Earl on the beat
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'
Know what I'm sayin'? When you create the wave and the vibe
You know what I'm sayin'? You is the vibe and the wave
You know what I'm sayin'?
Never let these niggas catch up once you caught up
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh


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A space-themed song, with a focus on speed and fast paced actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up, run it up, run it up, lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)


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A confident and successful individual shares their experiences in the world of hip-hop, highlighting their independence, growth, and influence in the music industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas, you wasn’t right there
You need me, lil' nigga, I’m still gon' be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Draped in designer, I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta, I should be the mayor


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Celebrating the excitement of a carefree summer day with friends, and embracing the energy and fun of the moment. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-heyEmbed


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A confident and assertive individual rapping about their lifestyle and ambitions, including luxurious possessions and independence. They also address past issues and potential threats, specifically mentioning their desire to bygones be bygones and their defiance towards law enforcement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sippin' wockiana, come here, thotiana
Let me bust you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that's nothin', mami
I'm not bein' funny, yeah, yeah, yeah
I should've knew you was gon' rat the day you told me
A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain't no foldin' me
I ain't no puppet, I ain't with nobody controllin' me
I go LeBron when it's crunch time, it ain't no holdin' me
You got the Maybach, Benz truck, I'm tryna buy one
I told lil' shawty just let bygones be bygones
Tell the feds get off my dick, I don't gotta buy guns
They got the right one, yeah


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A carefree individual invites friends into their lively house, ready to take risks and make unforgettable memories. [/INST]

Lyrics: Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, I don't care, I'm goin' all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin' more friends
My word or nothin', I ain't lyin', I cannot bargain
To let the doors in
I'm goin' all in
She callin' more friends
I cannot bargain


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A rapper is expressing their confidence in their ability to maintain their street credibility while also enjoying the finer things in life, such as expensive clothing and jewelry. They're not one to back down from a challenge, and they're not afraid to show off their swagger, but they also know that not everyone will appreciate their lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (Gimme that)
I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together
She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin'
Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty
My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants
And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'?
Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic
Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest
Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let them catch me lackin'
I don't know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin'
But fuck 'em, we get active (Get active)


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The song's lyrics are about expressing the feeling of not caring what others think and being true to oneself, embracing one's individuality and personal interests. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, fuck 'em we get active, yeah
We can get active, yeah
This still got some active, yeah
Fuck 'em we get active, uh
Fuck 'em we get active


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Write a song about growing up in a tough neighborhood, celebrating loyalty and success with friends, and showcasing the luxurious lifestyle gained through hard work and dedication. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
(Southside)
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
(Southside)
Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside
(Southside)
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm sellin' coke, for real
I put the "D" in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That Draco, that Draco (Draco)
I'm with Derez in Clayco (Clayco)
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood (Neighborhood)


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A man describes his extravagant lifestyle, including his willingness to spend a significant amount on physical pleasure, and his experiences with various women who, despite being in relationships, are still willing to engage with him. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight
Fifty-five hunnit for a new pair of titties, I'll buy 'em like Jordans
Give her a couple of thousand, now she feelin' important
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the morning
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got a man but it's alright, shoot outta town, first class flight


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A song about the desire to possess and dominate a woman, expressing a desire for power, wealth, and a specific physical appearance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Is you mad?
'Cause I'm getting cash
That ain't my place
Bought a new Wraith
She in my face
I want her head
I want her legs
I want a redhead
I want her head
I want her neck
I want her legs
You don't even beg
We can fuck on the floor
We can fuck in the shower
Leave your friends at the door
Tell 'em give you a hour