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A song about how money can change a person's reputation and the consequences of getting involved in a love triangle with someone who has money. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money make a fake ass nigga look real again (For real)
Money make a sucker that told look trill again (For real)
Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas what's real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to boarding pass you miss that jet, hold up


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A conversation with a cat about the dominance and priorities of the person speaking, their disregard for fighting and acknowledgment of the weakness of others, and the desire to secure their own before allowing others to do as they please. [/INST]

Lyrics: "Cat, I got to take them off of here—that's right—I got to take them off of here, there’s only one, and that’s me, you understand?
'Fore all that fighting, you understand? Sucka thinks he good—sucka thinks he can whoop me, And I know he can’t whoop me and I—Hey, boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me, you understand, let me get mines first. Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do."


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A song about confronting someone for their wrongdoings and explaining the luxurious lifestyle one has achieved, while also addressing the fake nature of the music industry and calling out those who have doubted the artist's success. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know you fucked up right? (Hey!)
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the carpet with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap shit
It’s never really my style we got cash to get (Gettin' money)
I really started from nothing now it’s back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch breathe (Woah)
"Yeah, this is called poppin' shit. There’s no cut on it. There’s no cut on it. If your feelings get hurt, you feel like, "Oh, that’s an arrogant little comment—" no, this is the truth and the truth hurts. Haven’t I paid my dues? Haven't I weathered the storm? Didn’t I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here."


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A friend recalls a humorous incident from their past, relating to a movie theater and the rappers Ja Rule and 50 Cent. [/INST]

Lyrics: You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain’t forget
Real niggas back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50 Cent


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A person reflecting on their life, expressing gratitude for the blessings they've received, including beautiful women, financial success, and the well-being of their family, while also acknowledging the opportunities to outshine others. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women He let into my life
All the Benjamins You let me count
Wealth and health
For my family
And lettin' me ball on these niggas (Yeah)
Ah


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A celebration of life and excess with friends, highlighting the importance of preaching and the joy of partying in the church setting. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Preach)


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Write a song about a man who is seeking forgiveness from the Lord for his sins, while also indulging in the pleasures and desires of a woman he met. He has a secret relationship with her and they both enjoy their time together. They are both upscale individuals, enjoying high-end drinks and possibly living an extravagant lifestyle. The man is conflicted between his spiritual desires and the carnal pleasures he experiences with the woman, questioning if he should continue their secret rendezvous. They both have connections to the elusive Illuminati and the music industry, possibly referencing their wealth and [/INST]

Lyrics: Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win
And she a devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again
I'm screaming oh Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man, we keep it secret Illuminati
(Got Patron on deck) And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on her) She was on that Reposado
(She take it all off) And I think I'll rep Serato
In this bitch I'm spending like I hit the lotto, cause it's a lot of...


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In a scene where a party is taking place and there is a lot of excitement, energy, and people enjoying themselves, describe the atmosphere and the people attending. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Preach)


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Write a song about the concept of freedom and staying true to oneself amidst fame, judgement, and the pressures of society. [/INST]

Lyrics: What's free?
Free is when nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controllin' what we see
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Through all the fame, you know I stayed true
Pray my niggas stay free
Made a few mistakes but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up, I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free?


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A rapper, Meek Milly, is talking about his rapid rise to fame and how people are forgetting about him. He references newfound wealth and a desire to continue dominating in the rap scene. The lyrics also include a line about Terio, an alter ego or possibly another character, encouraging violence. [/INST]

Lyrics: They know Meek Milly, I barely went gold
But Meek Milly look like he sold two million
All this new money I'm getting my nigga
I swear I don't know what to do with it
Yeah it's Meek Milly, I'm bombing on rappers
I really don't give a fuck who with 'em
Pair with a nigga like me one time, like me one time
And ya'll forgot about me
Acting like I don't really want mine
What the fuck wrong with em
Know how we feeling, let me get back to it
Terio like ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em
Ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh kill 'em, ooh


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Imagine a song where the singer is talking about the chemistry and connection they feel with someone. The song also addresses the challenges and changes both people are going through, as well as the appreciation for patience and the imperfections that make the relationship unique. [/INST]

Lyrics: You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in your eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for


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A person is describing their feelings for someone on a particular night and expressing how much they want to be close to them. [/INST]

Lyrics: No angel, but you got a halo
When it's nights like this
I really wanna be right here
I really wanna take you there (you there, oh there)
When it's nights like this
I really wanna be right here (be right here)
I really wanna take you there (you there, baby, yeah, yeah)


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A song about a confident and experienced lover who hooks up with a new partner, feeling the chemistry between them, and promising a life of luxury together. The ex-partner's negative influence is in the past, and the new partner becomes the center of their world, making them feel like they've "leveled up" and reached a new level of satisfaction and happiness. The couple is proud and determined to overcome any obstacles and adversaries that may come their way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, you feel the vibe, uh, I'm deep inside, yeah
You fuckin' me, ooh, I let you ride, yeah
At first you curved me, I let you slide in
Yo hips so curvy, you let me slide in
Ooh, and it was over once I flipped you over
Relation goal when we come through just like Beyoncé, Hova
This that Hermes money, this ain't no Fashion Nova
You said yo ex had you depressed and I'm just glad that's over
'Cause now you rockin' with a real one
And when I'm in it, you be maxin' on a million
And when I hit it back to back, you make me still cum
I know them bitches hatin' on you, we gon' kill them
That's facts


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You've been crushing on someone who seems to have an undeniable aura and charm, making others want to be around them. This person is unique, confident, and has a magnetic energy that draws people in. They are beautiful and exotic, leaving you captivated and wanting more. You find yourself calling them on different numbers, hoping for more time together. Their presence is addictive, making you laugh at the attention they receive from others. You wish they would recognize their own beauty and value, knowing they deserve the best. [/INST]

Lyrics: You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous (Your eyes)
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you
Ayy, you know you bad babe
You know I laugh at these shawties that try to text back
You from the projects, but so exotic
Just give me all of that pussy, so many options (so many options)
Girl, you got me callin', all these different numbers
Why you being selfish? You know that I want you
You be leavin' work and you deserve a Birkin
Girl, you so contagious, damn that shit so dangerous


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A song about a passionate and imperfect relationship, highlighting the excitement and challenges that come with it, as well as the emotional connection that is priceless. [/INST]

Lyrics: You feel the vibe, it's contagious
Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous
Grateful I had all the patience
I know you going through some changes
You taking pictures, know your angles
Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close
Ooh, you give me something I can't pay for
That's what it's like loving you


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Create a song title and lyrics that incorporate the following phrases: "God", "Yeah", "Oh God", "boi", "G.O.O.D.", and "MMG, nigga. [/INST]

Lyrics: God (Yeah)
Oh God, boi (Yeah)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)


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A confident rapper talking about their recent success and experiences in different cities, while also addressing previous challenges and showing their determination to move forward. [/INST]

Lyrics: Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B-X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong, umm, he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects (Yeah)
Or probably catchin' mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
(Woah) Cause we next and we flex like...


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Create a song that expresses a person's attitude and lifestyle involving wealth, power, and the desire to maintain control and success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn! Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn, let that shit burn (Burn, gasoline!)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn it's looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
Burn bitch, I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm, bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit


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A man is boasting about his success, comparing himself to Howard Stern and bragging about his material possessions, including a luxury vehicle and a Rolex watch that doesn't make the tick-tock sound. He also mentions a woman with pom-poms and suggests that his lifestyle is lavish, possibly in a way that is not to be taken literally. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga, you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit, different day, I ain't broke no more, it's a different day
Don't turn me down, I got shit to say
My purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon
I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock, your shit sound like a time bomb
Boom! Lil' bitch


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A wealthy and confident individual who's not afraid to show off their success, while also warning others that they shouldn't be envious or try to take what's not theirs. [/INST]

Lyrics: Niggas wanna talk, what they gon' say? (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn! Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn
I'ma let that shit burn, let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket, I want bottles, I'ma let that shit burn


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A young man, who has recently acquired a new Mercedes, is sharing his feelings about the reactions he's receiving from women and others, as well as reflecting on his humble beginnings and his belief that his current success is due to divine intervention. [/INST]

Lyrics: All I wanted was a new Mercedes
Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
Women love me but the niggas hate it
But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows
Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows


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A rapper brags about having a luxurious car, showing off their expensive taste in music and clothes, while boasting about their wealth and ability to attract women. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got a a bad bitch in my Chevy
Selling Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Hammers and the fucking vogues
I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)


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A rapper is describing their journey from the streets to success, using clever wordplay and humor to share their story. [/INST]

Lyrics: Talkin', this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you son him? Mr Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94
Mean nothin' to me, I tell you how it gotta go
Rain, sleet, on that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like "¡adiós!"
In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominoes
Young nigga, I turned my Impala to a Wraith
When you get a dollar they gon' hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate
Private school for all them babies, now they straight, nigga


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A confident and ambitious young person is determined to achieve their dreams and not let others bring them down, while warning others not to underestimate their drive and dedication to success. [/INST]

Lyrics: They wanna see me fold
And I will never sell my soul
I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before
Dream chasin', catchin' all my goals
And I don't need these whores
I'm gettin' money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know it's all-out war
The young niggas goin' all out for us


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Talk about the different levels of social status and the impact on relationships, using the metaphor of a bracket system. [/INST]

Lyrics: See, it's brackets, nigga
Them hoes ain't fuckin' you
'Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga
Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
Ayy, O, you feel me?


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A lyric that emphasizes the differences between two people, in terms of lifestyle, relationships, and success, using the phrase "it's levels to this shit" as a way to express those differences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!


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Talking about the lifestyle of the rich and famous, including references to the luxury car, high-end fashion, and the jealousy from others who may not have experienced this lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad, nigga?
That's the reason why you hatin' on me?
I love ballin'—my bad, nigga
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
'Cause it's levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!


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Discuss the various levels people experience in their lives, particularly in terms of social status, material possessions, and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!


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Reflecting on a newfound infatuation, the singer expresses feelings of vulnerability and a desire to break from their good girl image to indulge in their forbidden fantasies. [/INST]

Lyrics: You bring out feelings in me I never show
Nobody has made me feel this way before
I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad-ad-ad
I wanna be bad for you
I wanna be bad


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Reflect on the concept of personal struggles and the importance of finding balance and positivity amidst life's challenges. Consider the idea of overcoming internal demons and finding solace in the presence of loved ones. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayo, this the one? We all get caught in our own sins. Sometimes I have to remind myself, that on my worst day, I live like somebody on their greatest—and so do you. Don't let your demons take you to Hell. Introduce 'em to Heaven!


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Create a song that reflects the diverse experiences of people in the world and the challenges they face to succeed and find happiness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into Heaven, some make it into Hell
Nobody wanna lose, nobody wanna fail
Nobody wanna die, nobody wanna kill
The things we do just to make it through
But nobody wanna lose, nobody wanna fail
Nobody wanna die, we're just tryna live our lives out there


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A bluesy tune about returning to a familiar feeling of loneliness and the solace found in playing the blues on a cold, dark night. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is my blues
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and lonely
(This is a Dollar Bill beat)


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A rapper brags about staying in a luxury hotel room in Toronto, surrounded by wealth and security, while his rivals stay in the rooms above, fearful of encountering the real people downstairs. [/INST]

Lyrics: Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin' no real niggas (haha). Mood: I'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good


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Write a song that pays tribute to a fallen friend who loved motorcycles, while also emphasizing the importance of loyalty and perseverance in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: R.I.P. to my lil' nigga Snupe (Rest in peace to a real nigga)
Yeah
We the realest niggas in this shit
Reporting live out of Philly
Young nigga loved popping bad bitches and wheelies
And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me
Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me, ah


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A tribute to a close friend, "Snupe," who was tragically killed, expressing the need for justice and vowing to honor his memory through one's actions and lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Real nigga for life!
Real nigga for life!
Real nigga for life!
They killed my lil' nigga Snupe!
Killed my lil' nigga Snupe


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A song about someone experiencing the effects of various drugs, including Percocet, Molly, and a mixture of purple and yellow substances, while describing their luxurious lifestyle and feeling overwhelmed by their success. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just took a Perc', now I'm on another level
Tastin' on the molly got me dancin' with the devil
Poured a eighth of Kobe Bryant, mixin' purple with the yellow
Got these racks on me, now it's hard to keep this shit together (Woo, woo)


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A rapper compares the luxury cars they drive, including a Ferrari and a Rolls-Royce, to the high-fashion brands they wear such as Margiela and A Bathing Ape. The song also references the lyrics "jump out the face" which may be a metaphor for the rappers' confidence and ability to dominate the scene, while emphasizing the accumulation of money and success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Jump out the 'Rari ,then jump out a Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela, then hop in some Bape (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, woo, woo)
They jump out the face, they jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though, Meek Mill


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A rapper rises from humble beginnings in the hood, gains success and wealth, and now faces enemies trying to take him down. They use their wealth to dodge legal troubles and protect themselves, while also emphasizing the importance of loyalty and staying alert to potential threats. [/INST]

Lyrics: Came from the hood, now we jump out of states (The states)
Peep all these diamonds, they jump out the face (They do)
Duckin' indictments and sellin' this white (Ah)
Got to watch for these niggas, they'll jump on your case
(You watch out, these niggas, these niggas, they playin')
And none of this money don't come out the safe (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Fuck with my dawg, knock a chunk out ya face (Ayy, blatt, blatt)
Nigga I be so high, I could jump out to space
What the fuck did I say? (Yeah, yeah)


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Remember when we were the ones setting trends, and now everyone is copying us? We had style before it was popular, and even when times were tough, we never played by the rules. And now, we're still living the high life, rolling in luxury cars and having fun with our partners. We're not afraid to make a statement with our choices, and we always have a posse to back us up. It's a story of our journey from being underdogs to being the ones everyone looks up to. [/INST]

Lyrics: I've been peepin', you niggas been watchin' my moves
Watchin' my stacks and my shoes
When everybody did the Gucci and Louis
We was on Jimmy Choos
2012, when we did the Giuseppes
Margielas was cool
When you lil' niggas was worried about Jordans
We was rocking them Loubs
If I got to lose, it's not by the rules
Get hit with that chopper, knock right out your shoes
Shawty so proper, she look like a goddess
When I dip inside her, it's just like a pool
I bought some 'Raris and I bought some Phantoms
And then dropped out the seat like I dropped out of school
Still will pull up on you, hop out with goons
Thirty-two shots, let it pop out the tool


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Imagine a song that talks about a person experiencing the highs and lows of drug use and living a flashy lifestyle with expensive cars and clothes. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just took a Perc', now I'm on another level
Tastin' on the molly got me dancin', with the devil
Poured a eighth of Kobe Bryant, mixin' purple with the yellow
Got these racks on me, now it's hard to keep this shit together
Jump out the 'Rari (Ah), then jump out a Wraith (Woo)
Then I hop in Margiela, then hop in some Bape (Ha, ha, ha, woo, woo, woo, skrrt, skrrt, Meek, woo)
They jump out the face (Straight up, woo, freaky fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh)
They jump out the face
Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though, yeah, yeah, woah


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Write a humorous song about a person who turns into a monster due to the influence of money, with their food items transforming into more expensive versions and them becoming a master at dodging advances from others. [/INST]

Lyrics: The money turned me into a monster (Hah!)
The money turned my noodles into pasta (Hah!)
The money turned my tuna into lobster (Whoa!)
They want to do me, I maneuver like a mobster, whoa!


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A rapper boasts about their wealth and influence in their city, mentioning that they used to give out $100k every week and now someone new, possibly Meek Mill, is noticed in the city. [/INST]

Lyrics: I put my jeweler on his feet (On his feet)
Hundred thou, I used to do that every week (Every week)
Never sleep, it's funny how it never speak (Never speak)
You see a foreign in my city, that was Meek, whoa!


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Rapper reflects on their past hustle, where they used to spend a lot of money on expensive items like jewelry and how it's funny that people don't recognize their hard work, and how they are now well-known in their city due to their success. [/INST]

Lyrics: I put my jeweler on his feet (On his feet)
Hundred thou, I used to do that every week (Every week)
Never sleep, it's funny how it never speak (Never speak)
You see a foreign in my city, that was Meek, whoa!


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A confrontation with an offensive individual, engaging in a sexual act with someone as a form of retaliation, and considering the effects of consuming chemicals like lean and drugs such as oxycontin. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I just might go 'head
And let this lil' bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (Suck, suck it up)
I just might go 'head
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry (lean, lean)
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (Goddamn, damn, woo)
I heard the lil' boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (Brrt, woo)
I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please (Woo-hoo)
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys


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A confrontation between an individual and their detractor, followed by boasting about their sexual prowess and drug use. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, you offendin' me (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)
I just might go 'head
And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me (Suck, suck it up)
I just might go 'head
And mix me a Sprite with some lean like it's chemistry (Lean, lean)
Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me (Goddamn, damn, woo)
I heard the lil' boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin' (Brrt, woo)
I usually don't beg but I don't want the ceiling please (Woo-hoo)
Oxycontin fucking up kidneys


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A song that emphasizes the singer's commitment and willingness to always be there for their lover, no matter the day or time. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7


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A song about unwavering devotion and willingness to prioritize someone else's needs, emphasizing that the artist is always available and committed to being there for the other person. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tell me how you want it, yeah
Call me and I'm on my way
Tell me that you need me, yeah
I'll give it to you night and day
I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
All day, 24/7
Yeah, all day, 24/7
Oh yeah


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A young man struggles with the choices he's made in life, especially as he's become involved in a dangerous lifestyle. Despite trying to be a better person, he questions if he'll ever change and how it's impacted his relationship with his child. He finds solace in wanting to be there for his child and hoping for a brighter future. [/INST]

Lyrics: I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went runnin' wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fuckin' smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change, but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase my
I just wanna make it home to see my baby


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Write a song about the struggles of a parent trying to provide for their child while dealing with the challenges of a difficult life. [/INST]

Lyrics: And I'm so tired of makin' moves and gotta keep the tool
Gotta hide it from my son, I pick him up from school
With them papers with it, some would tell me I'm a fool
But all these hatin' niggas wanna see me on the news
And they debating on a nigga if I'm gon' win or lose
'Bout this paper I seen real niggas forget the rules
And I can't trust these bitches, I know they gon' pick and choose
No I can't trust these bitches, I know they gon' pick and choose
Amen


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A young man reminiscing about his wild days, the impact it had on his personal life, and his desire to make it home to his child. [/INST]

Lyrics: I fell in love with these streets, I seen a hundred thou
Started fuckin' bad bitches, I went runnin' wild (gone)
I just pray Papi forgive me, ain't seen my son a while (I pray)
I go and pick him up from school to see him fuckin' smile (facts)
Somebody save me, save me
Tryna please a bitch, it almost drove me crazy
I was breakin' bread with niggas that was shady
I said I would never change, but shit it changed me
Somebody save me, save me
Twenty-three and one, it almost drove me crazy
In a cell all alone, can't let it phase me
I just wanna make it home to see my baby


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Think about the different roles people play in life and how they perceive their surroundings. Create a song that emphasizes the importance of recognizing one's position in life and taking control of one's future. [/INST]

Lyrics: There's three types of niggas in life
Niggas that make it happen
Niggas that watch it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one...


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Pay tribute to fallen rappers and express respect for their contributions to the hip-hop community. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah!
R.I.P. Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce


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A song that explores the complexity of a relationship where the singer acknowledges their feelings for someone, while also addressing the power dynamic that exists between them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don't take no offense but you're my bitch


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A lyricist describes their relationship with a special someone, recalling their first encounter, the moments they shared together, and the support they received from that person during their highs and lows. The lyrics should emphasize the loyalty and understanding of the other person, like a camel, who has been there through it all. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel


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Reflect on a past relationship where one person was involved in an abusive cycle with the other person pretending to be their partner. Consider how the abusive person tries to reinvent the relationship after leaving prison, while the other person is still affected by the abuse. Talk about the challenges faced by both parties as they try to navigate their newfound freedom and independence. [/INST]

Lyrics: I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn't my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin' hard every time you on that Hen' too
I was in the mix, actin' like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it


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A man recalls his experiences with a woman who has been by his side through the ups and downs of his life, including their first encounter in Miami, their intimate moments, and the challenges they've faced together. He emphasizes that she is a strong and unique woman who only wants to shine, and he expresses his devotion to her through various actions and phrases. [/INST]

Lyrics: You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I'm an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time


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Imagine a song that describes the unique bond and experiences between two people who have been through a lot together, with a focus on their love for each other and their resilience through life's ups and downs. [/INST]

Lyrics: You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel


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A confident rapper is boasting about their success and wealth, while also reminiscing about their past and their new luxurious lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Every month got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran through them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same whips as Stunna do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'ma need a 100 M's to make me comfortable


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A confident and wealthy individual is flaunting their material possessions and success, boasting about their flashy accessories, luxurious home, and spending habits while also mocking their haters and those who aren't keeping up with their lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches


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A song about prioritizing personal ambitions and enjoying life's pleasures, while reflecting on the importance of loyalty and staying true to one's friends and surroundings. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dreams
We ridin' 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head, she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that pipe, she my fiend
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din' - Hold up!
OZ's and whole keys, straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's, they know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks and my bank account, Meek Mill nigga


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Write a rap song expressing wealth, status, and material possessions through the use of flexing, with a focus on personal success and financial accomplishments. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches


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Create lyrics inspired by a sports team winning a championship, incorporating a sense of anticipation and excitement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
(And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life)
Yeah
Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)


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A heartless individual who goes through different situations, reflecting on their emotional state and past experiences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da-da, yeah


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Write a song about the importance of chasing one's dreams and overcoming obstacles, using the metaphor of a dream as a source of motivation and strength. [/INST]

Lyrics: You have to eat the dream
You have to sleep the dream
You have to dream the dream
You gotta touch
You have to see it when nobody else sees it
You have to feel it when it's not tangible
You have to believe it when you cannot see it
You gotta be possessed with the dream
Yeah, any weapon formed against us shall not prosper
Young nigga started with Oodles of noodles, now we eating lobster


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A song about resilience and determination, despite life's challenges and obstacles. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know I still believe, still believe in you and me
'Cause every night I go to sleep, go to sleep
I can see it like a movie in my dreams
Put my face in the dirt on the ground
Still, I raise up to take back the crown, yes
You can break my body
But you can't lock the soul of a man down (Yeah, uh)


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Imagine a comforting song for someone who is about to sleep, asking God to protect their soul and the souls of fallen ones. [/INST]

Lyrics: As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)
Pray the Lord (Pray) my soul to keep (Soul to keep)
Fallen ones, (Fallen ones) rest in peace (R.I.P.)
Please, God, watch over me (Watch over me)
As I lay (As I lay) me down to sleep (Down to sleep)
Pray the Lord (Pray) my soul to keep (My soul to keep)
Fallen ones, (Fallen ones) rest in peace (R.I.P.)
Please, God, watch over me


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A song about the pain of realizing that a former lover, who was once an emotional support, has become indifferent and unresponsive in the present. The singer is attempting to understand this change in behavior and questioning their significance in the other person's life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?


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A group of creative individuals are discussing the power of sleep and how it can enhance their brain's ability to create visual and intuitive ideas, while also celebrating their association with the Maybach Music brand. The lyrics should include references to music, dreams, and being wide awake while accomplishing their goals. [/INST]

Lyrics: Maybach Music!
They say your brain's most creative in your sleep
See, they say, in the sleep state
The brain thinks much more visually and intuitively
Ha, what is this? (Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music! Swate!
As dreamchasers, we accomplish that wide awake
Turn everything up a lil bit in the headphones!
You ready? (All-Star!)


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Think about a group of people who believe in pursuing their dreams and consider themselves part of a creative upper class. Use the term 'Gangsta Grillz' to describe their rebellious attitude towards traditional success. [/INST]

Lyrics: As dreamchasers, we consider ourselves a creative upper class
When it comes to ideas, we're just in a different tax bracket
Gangsta Grillz, you bastards! (Gangsta!)


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A1 everything and coming from the bottom [/INST]

Lyrics: See, I'm an A1 type of guy (Uh-oh!)
I crush A1 hoes (true)
Rock A1 clothes (true)
Drive A1 whips (true)
And still pour A1 sauce on my shit
I come from the bottom (Poppin the bottles!)


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Create a song with lyrics that describe a person's confidence, wealth, and attitude towards relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hangin' by the rope buy some dope (Buy some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (Ooh)
Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (Need a boat)
Niggas tryna ride my wave, let 'em float (Let 'em die)
Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe (Miss Snupe)
Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (Kiss Snupe)
I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (Miss you)
Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (Bitch, you)
Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (Hit you well)
I just made like 20 M's, they say it's an L (What?)
Niggas prayin' that I fall and I wish 'em well
Bitch you crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel'


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A young, wealthy individual struggles with trust issues while expressing their dominance and success in both personal and professional aspects, ultimately displaying a confident and powerful attitude. [/INST]

Lyrics: Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you (Woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (Woah)
Hit 'em with finesse, kill 'em with success
Nigga lookin' broke, give them niggas stress (Broke)
Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret
Reachin' for my neck, that'll get you stretched (Brrrt, brrrt)


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Create a song that describes the life of a successful, young man who is surrounded by material possessions, yet is struggling with personal issues and can't trust anyone. [/INST]

Lyrics: Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue
I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues
Young rich nigga so official
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you (Woah)
Bunch of bad broads on the menu
Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through
Neck so disrespectful, might offend you
When it's time for war we send the missiles (Brrrt, brrrt)


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A song about two people who decided to live their lives in a certain way, resulting in a dramatic ending, with one person now dedicated to someone else, while the other still knows them well. [/INST]

Lyrics: We wanted the world, baby
That's why we ended how we ended
We chose to live how we live
Well now you found the one, baby
And you ain't tryna see nobody but him
Nobody but him
Ooh, ooh, but I know you well
Ooh, ooh, girl, I know you well


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A song about a person returning to their lover's house, urging them to stay inside and wait for their arrival. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin' up
Tell your man wait inside when I'm pullin' up
When I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up
When I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up


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Write a catchy and fun song about the excitement of arriving somewhere special or exciting. [/INST]

Lyrics: Na na na na nah, na na na na nah, na na na na nah
Ooh, ooh
When I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up, when I'm pullin' up


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A raunchy and explicit party scene at a house, where the attendees are openly engaging in sexual activities and sharing their preferences for certain positions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck


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A confident woman in a nightclub, surrounded by independent women, popping bottles, and not caring about the money spent. She engages in a playful challenge with someone, leading to a confrontation. The person accuses her of treating them poorly. The woman then mentions her Magic and Onix, which seems to be a reference to a game or situation. In the end, she encourages others to play this song if they don't understand her actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Couple bad independent women in my section
You be tricking dollars I don't even pay attention
And I do be popping bottles (true) and I don't think it's a problem (true)
So just hold up, let me open up with this ganja
Ya face down, ass up, o you think you all that
I say that we should see wassup and play let's see who call who back (aha)
And now you mad, saying that I treat you bad
Cause when I treat you how I treat you and leave you, you be needing baths
Now we had Magic and Onix tryna see what's happening
Trust me I throw this back she bust it like that Peter Pan
See the plan come alone or go back home
And if they act like they dont know, play this muthafuckin' song


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The lyrics seem to describe a scene where people are enjoying themselves in a house, engaging in a certain kind of intimate activity, and emphasizing their preference for a specific position. [/INST]

Lyrics: Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck
There's some hoes in this house tryna fuck


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A song about the unwavering love and support a man has for his significant other, assuring her that he will always be there for her and provide for her needs, regardless of the opinions of others. [/INST]

Lyrics: Girl, as long as you wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh, baby, I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need (Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby


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A young, confident rapper with a luxurious lifestyle and a new G-Wagon describes his experience with a woman he's pursuing, while also reflecting on the challenges of relationships and loyalty. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, I'm the only young nigga who poppin' that
Got her jumpin' out the heat, they like, "Who coppin' that?"
New G-Wagon got her braggin', put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don't holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin', I've been cuffin'
Chanel bags like it's nothin', and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin', she said, "Fuck him"
He let that go, I'm like, "He buggin,'" now she thuggin' with a real one
I've been ballin' on you 'cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I'm fallin' for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I'll be there long as you there when I be callin' for you, facts


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A girl who is confident in her ability to hold down a man and provide for him, despite what others may say. The man in question is willing to do anything for her, and they share a special connection that is only growing stronger. They enjoy each other's company, have deep conversations, and even explore new music together. The man is committed to making his girl's world spin around, and he's willing to show her more of who he is now that she has made him slow down and tone it down. [/INST]

Lyrics: Girl, as long as you wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh, baby, I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need (Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby
You might also like
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one-way flight 'cause I ain't lettin' you leave
We ain't fuck first night, had me beggin' you please
But you love when I'm beggin', you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main jawn and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it's goin' down
Be there when I turn around and I'll turn your world around
I had to tone it down 'cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I'm 'bout to show you now


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Write a song about a man named Dolla who promises to treat a woman like a queen, providing for her and assuring her that she will never be replaced. [/INST]

Lyrics: What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla
I'll be there for you and I'll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You'll never have to worry 'bout another in your place
So believe me when I say


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Write a song lyrics about a loving relationship where the singer assures the listener that he will always provide for them, and that their happiness is his main priority. [/INST]

Lyrics: Girl, as long as you wrap your arms 'round me
Ooh baby, I don't care what them people say
I'm givin' you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need (Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby


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A track that combines elements of a party vibe, a catchy beat, and a storyline about a Spanish woman from uptown. [/INST]

Lyrics: Papamitrou Boi
Spanish bitch from uptown
I bought her a bust down
Yeah, oh


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Create a song about a confident and successful man with a taste for fine women and expensive things, who is not afraid to show off his wealth and charm. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ven aquí, dame chocha to my Spanish loca
In the kitchen, whippin' that dope up, you can smell the odor
Prob gon' pitch it, we gon' hit it like we Sammy Sosa (Gimme that)
Put that Bentley to the limit, you can smell the odor
Ho, Spanish bitches call me "Chulo"
When I'm pullin' up in that two door
Diamonds different color, UNO
All these hunnids on me, mami
Man, my pockets look like sumo
I got money out the ass, I finger pop you in your culo
When I hit you with that, you know (You know)
You know, smoke a little hookah (Hookah)
Kick it like it's Judo (Judo)
Let you hit the OG (OG)
Sip some 42 though (Yeah)
And when we get in mood, I'ma dog it like I'm Cujo, whoa


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A song about a rising trend that is gaining popularity, with people trying to copy it but ultimately failing. The singer is confident in their unique style and is flaunting their wealth and success, while also acknowledging their competition but ultimately dominating the scene. [/INST]

Lyrics: Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out
Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down
Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy
Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentleys 'bout, whoa
Pipe down, throwin' up shots (Brrr)
First we shut them down, then we open up shop (Anuel, ah)
Realest nigga around just in case y'all forgot (Mera, dime Spliff, los Intocables, oíste cabrón)
They've been tryna stop the wave but the wave don't stop (Ah, brrr, haha)


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A song about a person who asks for help in getting rid of enemies, only to find that they start losing friends in the process. [/INST]

Lyrics: One night I prayed to God
I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life
And before you know it I started losing friends


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Enemies in close proximity [/INST]

Lyrics: Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around


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A song about the changes in relationships with close friends, where they drifted apart as one person achieved success and the other did not. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, y'all was like my brothers, I considered y'all as folks (Folks)
And I remember nights sipping liquor, making toasts (Toasts)
Talking about the life, tryna get it slinging dope (Yeah)
And niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first (First)
And fuck all this money, nigga, we was fam' first (Fam')
Looking at me balling, know that Instagram hurt (Hurt)
'Cause you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn Ghost (Yeah)
I would've rolled for you even in the same hearse (Woah)
Same cemetery, bury me in the same dirt (Dirt)
We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work (Work)
"B.H we straight," that was the motto, my nigga
I got rich first, you was supposed to follow, my nigga
I'm gone


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In a song about the challenges of loyalty, friendship, and personal growth, the lyrics describe a difficult situation where someone close to you may have negative intentions. Despite these challenges, the song emphasizes the importance of knowing who you're around and maintaining a strong sense of self. [/INST]

Lyrics: Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around
You might also like
And that nigga Lil, shit, I can't believe you (Not you)
That's what that syrup and that weed do? (Weed do?)
And when I came home I tried to feed you (Feed you)
And every song I was screaming free you (Free that nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too (Bleed too)
Now when I ride by I breeze through (Breeze through)
I don't even stop, it ain't a need to (Nah)
And you the one that left, nigga, I ain't leave you (You)
Shit got realer (Realer), niggas got richer (Richer)
I said the money train coming (It's coming), niggas missed it (I did)
I even tried to spin back around to come and get you (Get you)
But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister (Damn)


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Living in a world where people might try to bring you down, but understanding the importance of knowing who you keep close to you. [/INST]

Lyrics: Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around


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Write a song about overcoming betrayal and maintaining loyalty, while still supporting a family member in prison and acknowledging the challenges life brings. [/INST]

Lyrics: They wanted more than my mother (Mother)
More than Omelly and that nigga like my brother (Brother)
Greedy motherfucker
Crazy thing about it, I don't hate 'em, I still love 'em (Love)
I might have said things, I never said fuck 'em
But I'ma live my life, get the money, ball hard (Ball hard)
Still sending earned money for his calling cards (Calling cards)
Rick ain't complaining and he got life behind bars
And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all (Nah)
'Cause none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet (Nah)
None of y'all niggas ain't send him pics yet (Nah)
I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks
And remember when it rain, niggas get wet
Gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But it's okay to keep enemies close
As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around


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Missing friends, the pursuit of success, and the feeling of growing apart. [/INST]

Lyrics: I still love niggas
But it's like we just grew apart
If you don't grind, you don't shine
Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard
Gone


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A tough and determined individual, ready to protect and provide for their family, confronting doubters and naysayers while showcasing their strength and fearlessness. [/INST]

Lyrics: So, okay, you want to see some macho shit? I’m the most macho nigga out here. I'm the most.. I thought you niggas knew, I’m the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin’ fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family


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A group of friends from a tough neighborhood in the city brag about their loyalty and toughness, using metaphorical language to express their dominance and warning against messing with them or their loved ones. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, reportin' live from the northside of litty city
You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it player
I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals
We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga
Gang
Bangladesh
Ugh


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A confident and bold individual boasts about their luxurious lifestyle and desires a wild, adventurous companion. They express their disinterest in anything ordinary and reveal that they are not easily impressed. They also mention witnessing someone trying to change their allegiance. [/INST]

Lyrics: I want a freak nasty ho
Freak, freak nasty ho
I'm in a red 'Sace robe (Robe, robe)
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I do not come in your size
Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho (Freak, freak, freak)
I seen a bitch tryna switch sides


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A song that describes the desires of a man who wants a wild, promiscuous woman, and the material possessions that come with such a relationship. [/INST]

Lyrics: I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)
Tell her come- fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me
I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches
I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah
(Booty, booty, booty, booty)


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Celebrate the freedom and excitement of driving a luxurious, high-performance car while listening to an upbeat and catchy tune. Mention iconic brands such as Gucci and the idea of a "drop top" to evoke the sense of an extravagant and fun lifestyle. Use slang terms like "Wizop" and "whoo" to convey the energy and thrill of the experience. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ha
It's Gucci, it's Drop Top
Wizop, whoo
Yeah, ayy (Go)


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A young man and his friends are enjoying their fast-paced lifestyle, making money, partying, and attracting attention from the ladies. They are also cautious and protective of their personal lives and desire honesty from their friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: You get the bag and fumble it
I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
And the car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yeah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Ooh, brr, ayy)
Drop the top when it's cold (Drop-top)
But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yeah, ayy)
Be real with me
Keep it 100, just be real with me (Ayy)
Eat it up like it's a feast (Woah, eat it up)
They say the dope on fleek (Yep)


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A man with a criminal past who uses slang and referencing pop culture, but also hints at a sexual encounter, a high-end watch, and a luxury car. He talks about his fame and how people around him may not understand his lifestyle. He also mentions some conflict with the police despite his close relationship with the person he's addressing. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got so many felonies, I might can't never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon' pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I'm fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta'd her
I'm in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain't got no manners, bruh, where's the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, ho, pull your panties up
'Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you're just an amateur
This Patek Philippe gon' make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain't gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you're stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me


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A person expressing their thoughts and emotions while under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs, and sharing their journey from being "broke" to being successful, while also mentioning their past and their loved ones. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
You might also like
Yeah, I'm both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don't
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain't a lil' boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
'Til I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean


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In a song, a person is talking about their life while being under the influence of alcohol or drugs, expressing their need for someone's presence in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this 'less I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now


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Write a song about someone who is living a luxurious lifestyle, heavily influenced by the color yellow and their obsession with the brand Gucci. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, it's Gucci, what's up, baby? (Brr)
Yellow everything this time (Yellow), you know what I'm talking about?
Yellow rims (Lemons)
Yellow big booty yellowbones, ha (Yellow?)
Yellow Lambs (Yellow), yellow MPs (Yellow), yellow watch (Banana)
Yellow charm ring, chain (Yellow)
Yellow living room set (Chiquita, yellow)
Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl (It's Gucci), it's Gucci


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Write a song about a person who enjoys lemon-themed luxury items, while also describing their car, clothing, and the lemonade they sell for profit. [/INST]

Lyrics: My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim (No)
Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon (Lemon)
I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon (Lemon)
These sour-apple bitter bitches, I'm not fucking with them (Lemon)
I'm truly stupid-paid, that's just how I feel today (Today, lemon)
I'm moving slow 'cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade (Lemon)
I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade (Lemons)
Six hundred a pint the going rate off in the A (Lemon)
Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face (Brr)
Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday (Brr, lemon)
I'm pimping, wearing linen, that's just how I'm chillin' (Lemon)
I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemon (It's Gucci)


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Describe a lavish lifestyle involving high-end items, chilling with lemonade, and making an impact. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah, yeah, it's Gucci)
Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (It's Big Gucci, brr)
Lemonade and shade with my feet up (It's brilliance, huh, what?)
Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Lemonade everything, baby, that's just Gucci, wow)
Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Gucci, work, what?)
Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Yeah, wow)
Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Where we at? Yeah)
Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr)


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A song that celebrates collaborative efforts and achievements, with a focus on the unique blend of talents that come together to create something special. [/INST]

Lyrics: Huh, it's Gucci
XO (Yeah), 1-0 (Yeah), 1-7 (Yeah)
Brr, brr
(Go)


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Create a song lyric that highlights the bond between rappers, their fans, and their creativities, with a touch of playful aggression. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hey
Southside
Wizop
Offset
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Woo!


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A rapper confidently expressing their success in the face of doubters, while referencing high-end fashion and money, all while playfully reminding them that they'll soon be celebrating their achievements. [/INST]

Lyrics: Haha
It's Gucci
Suckers keep on downing me
They know they should be crowning me
Hahaha
Yo
It's Guwop
Just counting paper, just counting paper
We're just counting the days, huh


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A loyal and attractive friend helps someone through a legal situation, while also maintaining their cool in various social settings, including the airport and mall in California. [/INST]

Lyrics: They ain’t got nothing on you
I swear them hoes ain’t got nothing on you
That nigga broke, he ain’t got nothing for you
I swear these hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I fuck with you cause you’re very loyal
And you’re so fine, you make my blood boil
I have to go and get another lawyer
She took the charge, they ain’t got nothing on her
I swear to God they ain’t got nothing on her
Huh, we in the airport, she got something on her
We ball out in the mall in California
We might just pull up in twin Californias


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A song about a girl's confidence and insecurity about her partner's loyalty, despite rumors and misunderstandings. [/INST]

Lyrics: They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
Hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I think that shit just paranoia
She think I’m with another woman
Another woman that gonn keep me comin'
Girl, these hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you


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A song about a man who values loyalty in his partner and wants to make a commitment to her, like Memph and Toya from the news. The man wants to start a family with this girl and is willing to do anything to protect and support her. However, he acknowledges that he might not be the best person for her and that their relationship might not be the healthiest. They enjoy spending time together and have fun at his place, getting wasted from Patron shots. [/INST]

Lyrics: I fuck with shawty cause she very loyal
We can tie the knot like Memph and Toya
I won’t ignore you and I won’t divorce you
Let's have two girls and call them Rolls and Porsche
I respect that girl, I accept that girl
I’ll do anything I can to protect that girl
If I could do it all again, would have kept that girl
But I’m unhealthy for you baby I fuck up your world
You your Daddy's lil girl, but you’s a grown lady
And I don’t see you like he see you cause we not related
We got faded at my spot, I swear we're so wasted
After the third shot of patron, I swear can’t even taste it


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Write a song that expresses a woman's confidence and reassurance that other women are not a threat to her relationship, despite rumors or the fear of jealousy. [/INST]

Lyrics: They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
They ain’t got nothing on you
Hoes ain’t got nothing on you
I think that shit just paranoia
She think I’m with another woman
Another woman that gonn keep me comin
Girl, these hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you


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The protagonist in a song is discussing their plans for the future, specifically regarding their involvement in a drug dealing operation. They are questioning whether to continue or quit, and are calling for a friend named T to provide advice on the situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: What's happenin',  nigga?
Trap House III, fuck nigga
What's happening?
Ayy, T, come out, man
Man, we outta cut again?
Fuck


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A rapper, known for their success and loyalty to the "trap," reflects on their journey and experiences, using repetitive lyrics to emphasize the importance and power of the trap in their life, while also addressing challenges and conflicts they've faced. [/INST]

Lyrics: Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap house
Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap
Trap house, trap, trap house, trap
Trappin' off a pack, know I trap house trap
Trap house, trap, trap house, trap (Maybach Music)
Trappin' off a pack, know I trap house trap
You know I got me an agenda
Break that thing up in my blender
Got a warrant, no surrender
Sub-machine with that extender
I came up on a pissy mattress
I got more money then all these rappers
Tried to hit me up in traffic
But I had to work my magic
I'm riding 'round with my lieutenant
I let 'em count it and I spend it
Bitches come after my business
Catching bodies in these trenches (Maybach Music)


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A group of friends gather at the Trap House III to protect themselves and their territory. [/INST]

Lyrics: Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
'Cause my MAK-90 stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Trap House III, got a K with me
And three young niggas that stay with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
Hope these niggas don't play with me
'Cause my MAK-90 stay with me
Trap House III


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Imagine a wealthy individual who has achieved great success but feels lonely and isolated at the top, surrounded by a lavish lifestyle. This person finds themselves in a place called Zone Six, which is also known as the North Pole, where they are surrounded by a house full of people who are involved in illegal activities, such as drug use and distribution. [/INST]

Lyrics: An igloo full of snow and a white stove
House full of naked hoes snortin' blow
It's so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they cookin' blow
I'm in Zone Six aka the North Pole
Burr! EA, GA
1-0-1-7, Wop, six


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Imagine a song featuring multiple artists, with each artist bringing their unique style and flair to the track. The song pays homage to the iconic 'Yeezy' brand and has a playful, catchy melody. The lyrics are a mixture of bravado and humor, with each artist leaving their own creative mark on the song. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wizop
Yeezy Mane
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Burr


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A rapper brags about the money they've made and their wealth, using a play on words to describe the bulging pockets, drawing attention to their success and flashy lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pussy print (Huh?), p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Wop)
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Mwah)
Pussy print (Huh?), p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print (Wop)
Pussy print, p-pussy print
My pockets bulgin', bulgin'
Pokin' out just like a pussy print
Mwah


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A song featuring collaborations with multiple artists, discussing the experience of dividing up a large sum of money or resources among them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Zaytoven
Hah, Wop, Trav, hah
Just took half of it (Ooh)
Just took half of it (Wizzop, hah, okay)


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A song about a hedonistic lifestyle, drugs, and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I love when my bitch get drunk 'cause she talk greasy to me (Mwah)
Nigga with an attitude, this shit gettin' easy to me (Easy)
The last time I drunk some lean, I was out of my mind (Lean)
Tried to give me twenty years and that's a whole lotta time (Fucked)
A married woman divorced her husband to spend the weekend with me
He think it nasty when she squirt, but that shit sexy to me (Hah)
The last time I took some molly, took a gram and a half (Ooh)
Niggas think they know 'bout Gucci but they don't know the half
See, I'm an ex-X popper and online shopper (Ooh)
Niggas thought I was a clone, they heard me speak proper (Proper)
Convicted felon worth 10 million, I'm a well-known robber (Wow)
Like Shawty Lo, I got 10 children
Yeah, yeah, Lo my partner, Wop (Lo)


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Describe the experiences and consequences of using drugs in a cautionary or humorous manner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it
'Cause last time I took pills, I had to smash a bitch
And last time I smoked gas, I almost crashed a whip
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it (Hah)
Last time I took drugs, I just took half of it (Hah)


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Create lyrics for a song that highlights the excitement and glamour of high-end fashion and accessories. [/INST]

Lyrics: Trav, blaow, it's Gucci (Straight up)
Hah, burrr, wow (Yeah)
Bling, burrr (Yeah, oh my god)


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A conversation between two friends, one bragging about his affluence and the other challenging him about his genuine feelings and actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, hey
Gucci always talkin' 'bout he love somebody
He don't love nobody (Uh-uh)
Matter fact, nigga, you owe me some money don't you?
Let me show you how I do this shit (Get money)


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A rapper who recently bought a yellow Benz and has a flashy lifestyle, including expensive jewelry and a "spoiled" girlfriend. The girlfriend and the rapper have a tumultuous relationship, as she is both demanding and untrustworthy. Despite her attitude, the rapper can't help but appreciate her appearance and charm. The girlfriend, Susie, also has a unique connection to the rapper's cars. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yellow Benz with a spoiler kit, with my spoiled lil' chick
Yellow diamonds on my neck and wrist, match this yellow bitch
She a trip, shawty, she the shit, she know she the shit
If you don't buy her what she want then she throw a fit
She a bitch, shawty, mean as shit but she super thick
And she act silly like a kid, give her candy stick
She a pit, make her flip a brick, make her sick a chick
Since a jit, I've been slangin' dick, Gucci Mane the shit (Burr)
I met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group
I know she not a groupie, so I let her in my coupe
I stashed her in my fender wall and stashed her in my tire
Susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar
Susie roll in '08 'Rari but that girl on fire
Pull us over Candler Road, said she had some priors
Ten bricks in my car, shawty singing like Mariah
Singing like the choir, better yet singing like Mya (Bitch)


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A woman named Susie is being confronted by her partner about her loyalty, as she seems to be flirting with other men. Susie insists she loves her partner, but he doubts it. [/INST]

Lyrics: Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
That sucka think I'm loyal but I fucks with all the hustlas
I be wit' all the ballas, I be at all the spots
I might be in yo' kitchen, nigga, cooking with yo' pots
You might also like
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her


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Talking about a beautiful, successful, and mysterious girl with a knack for tending to your needs, her love for food, her multiple jobs, and your high social status. [/INST]

Lyrics: Told my boy, man, Polow Da Don
I think I love this girl, man, huh, why?
She sweet but keep kief, she stains her Irene
Two piece, she dime piece and jeans, they dead meat
She sweet, she so deep, she read with good teeth
Two jobs, she get cheese, her dates, are my treat
How neat, she loves to eat, we eat bon appétit
We feed, she's so neat and like me, she so neat
Nigga, always talk but I run the block
This bitch is so hot, my clique, I close shop
My wrist froze with rocks, I cop all the drops
Unfold all the knots, expose the have-nots
My hoes pose with pot like young Goldilocks
We got white bulging rocks, Ziploc stocks to cop
We never closin' shop, we hot, steaming hot
I'm Susie Sarah plot, a click clack, p-pop-pop


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A character who keeps questioning themselves and others about their love, with the repeated phrases emphasizing the uncertainty and denial of love in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
Nigga, you don't love me
I think I love her


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A song about a rumored woman who impresses with her mouth tricks and her fondness for successful men, while her dishonesty and secretive behavior create a mysterious aura around her. [/INST]

Lyrics: I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga
Heard that bitch got a thing for them Boss niggas
Heard she be lyin' on them boys that floss nigga
I heard she can do some tricks with her mouth nigga
I heard (ugh) I heard (what) I heard (what)
I heard (Rich Homie) I heard (Gucci)
I heard (what you hear?)
I heard (don't talk to them)
I heard


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Write a song about a group of people escaping from law enforcement and celebrating their freedom, using code names and references to popular culture. [/INST]

Lyrics: (EarDrummers)
Yeah, it's Wizop
It's Gucci
Huh
Mike WiLL
(Mike WiLL Made-It)


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A catchy, upbeat song about the excitement and chaos of having 71 contributors all trying to drive their listeners crazy with their unique styles and talents. [/INST]

Lyrics: Huh, yeah, it's Gucci!
Tiller! Brr, brr-brr!


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A song featuring references to popular brands, a slang term for a young person, and a made-up name, with a playful and energetic tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: Huh, Tiller, Gucci, huh, brr!
Woo, it’s Wizzop, huh!


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In this song, the narrator discusses their strong and attractive qualities, which may cause a person's partner to leave them. The narrator implies that their charisma is so powerful that it could cause a person's partner to leave home and become inaccessible, even for two days. The narrator suggests that the person should focus on their relationship and make it more serious, like Big and Diddy do with their partners, and not bring their partner around them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I put it down so long and so strong that your bitch will leave home
Do wrong and your bitch is off the leash
Two days gone she been gone so long you can't get her on the phone cuz that bitch has been with me
Say she wanna' hang when she wanna' hang bang, Gucci wanna bang bang baby you can be a freak
Like Big and Diddy don't bring your bitch around me better marry that girl get your ass on one knee


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A confident and successful rapper brags about their newfound wealth, material possessions, and lifestyle, while mentioning a few famous names and making references to popular culture and video games. They also express their appreciation for a friend's assets and caution about the police presence in their area. The lyrics are a combination of boasting, humor, and realism. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bitch got a camel toe you know I gotta reach
Ass too fat for them lil' thongs she got the cheeks
Stay down for them macaroni cook that dope like ravioli Rollie like a Rollie-pollie 'ollie, yee
Burr burr burr Liu Kang, Sub-Zero, jewelry freeze
All black diamonds just like pepper make me sneeze
Got off all them bonds and now we showing Rollie, like a Rollie-pollie 'ollie, buy my bitch a brand new pair Kanye's
Woo, woo dope dancing like Chris Breezy
Woo, woo hiding that's DeKalb county police
They behind me but they on the nigga right behind me rear
Goddamn look at this shit here
I just started my fucking career, yeah


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A song where the narrator confidently talks about their strong romantic connection with someone else's partner, who is now distancing themselves from their original relationship due to the narrator's influence. The song encourages the listener to take control of their romantic situations and not be afraid to make bold moves. [/INST]

Lyrics: I put it down so long and so strong that your bitch will leave home
Do wrong man your bitch is off the leash
Two days gone she been gone so long you can’t get her on the phone cuz that bitch has been with me
Say she wanna' hang when she wanna' hang bang, Gucci wanna bang bang baby you can be a freak
Like Big and Diddy don't bring your bitch around me better marry that girl get your ass on one knee


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A song featuring London on da Track and Young Metro, with catchy, repetitive phrases and energetic beats. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hah
Huh?
Huh?
(We got London on da Track)
Drop-top
Wop
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)


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You're on top of the world, success is yours, and you're enjoying the finer things in life. You're not taking everything too seriously, and you're confident and happy about where you are. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed (Skrrt)
A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post (Huh?)
But it's a beautiful day outside today (Yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds, with both eyes closed


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Create a song that celebrates the collaborative efforts of several talented artists, while also addressing the challenges they face in the music industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(DJ Meech, lil' bitch)


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A rapper discusses the consequences of glorifying violence and drug use in his lyrics, as well as the dangers of rapping about revenge and the supernatural. [/INST]

Lyrics: He took it to trial, I tried to tell him it was stupid (I knew it)
They gave him so much time, his knees got weak and he was woozy (Damn)
Watch the shit you say, the feds be listening to the music (Woah)
And they gon' take your lyrics and build a case and try to use it
D.A. dropped my murder, didn't have evidence to prove it (Nah)
I think my house is haunted, yeah, by who? The ghost of Pookie (Woah)
He ain't killed nobody but keep rapping 'bout the shootings (Pussy)
Still ain't got revenge yet but keep making up excuses (Wow)
Cuz done drank so much lean that his gut got big as Gucci's (Lean)
Told him quit while he ahead and don't go out like Whitney Houston (Huh?)
He got caught without it, now they robbing him for his rubies (Woah)
He wouldn't give it up so he got buried in his Cuban (It's Gucci)


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Create a song with lyrics that paint a vivid picture of a person's life, including both positive and negative aspects, with a touch of humor and wordplay. [/INST]

Lyrics: Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Koopa
I jumped on the school bus, and I had brung a Ruger
Always drank an 8th of Act', I never drunk a cooler
They get your location, they might pop outside in Ubers
When his goofy ass jumped in the streets? His ass a hooper
I know this shit don't matter, I took a shower with a cougar
Bring him out retirement, he gon' kill you for that mula
Catch him in the morning, wake him up, that boy a rooster


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A party-goer, overwhelmed by the wild atmosphere, ends up feeling drunk and wasted, while trying to communicate with a friend at the event. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha, ha)
Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha)
Wasted, I'm wasted, so wasted, so wasted
Take it, FATBOI


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Write a song about a wild night out, filled with partying, living life to the fullest, and indulging in excessive drinking and partying. [/INST]

Lyrics: Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted)
Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted)
Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted)
Wake up in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted)
"Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted)
Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted)
I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted)
Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!"


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Write a song about a wild night out, including references to drugs, alcohol, and sexual encounters. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys
But I do get wasted like the white boys
Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck this Almond Joy
Say she got to stop sucking cause her jaws sore
Got a bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor (on the floor)
Your partner just popped another one, now he rolling more
Was on 3 pills, now he on 4
I don't know why, but that Remy turn me into a whore
Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces
Got that .40 on my waist and it's off safety
About 40 goons with me and we all wasted
On Remy straight tonight, dogg, no chaser


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Write a song about a group of friends living the high life, constantly partying, and indulging in various vices, with the chorus emphasizing the "wasted" theme. [/INST]

Lyrics: Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted)
Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted)
Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted)
Wake up in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted)
"Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted)
Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted)
I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted)
Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!"


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Write a song that incorporates a public service announcement (PSA) theme, while mentioning popular musicians and using slang for getting intoxicated. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is GPSA (Ghetto Public Service Announcement)
We don't get fucked up no more
We get wasted (Wasted)
Gucci Mane, Plies, FATBOI


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A song in which the rapper emphasizes their loyalty to their friends and warns others not to take them for granted, especially when it comes to trust and their connection with producer Young Metro. [/INST]

Lyrics: Southside
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you


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Write a song about sharing deep feelings and opening up while under the influence of alcohol or drugs. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now


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Write a song about the journey from being broke and struggling to being successful and self-sufficient, while also acknowledging the importance of personal growth and overcoming challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, I'm both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you, but I don't
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty, but this ain't a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get leftovers out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
'Til I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now, got me talking about my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now and I need ya in my life
I don't usually do this unless I'm drunk or I'm high
But I'm both right now