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(feat. Rah Digga, Joy Bryant) |
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[Casey Lee] |
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The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E |
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Early twenties, girls by the twenties |
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Rims buy 'em twenty, never gin slide me Henny |
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Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin' semis |
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Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, "Come and Get Me" |
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Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P |
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[Rah Digga] |
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Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV |
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I ain't cop your album got it off the MP3 |
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But it's hot though take it from another emcee |
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That's what I'm tryna be |
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[Casey Lee] |
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Shorty it's the M-O-N-E-Y |
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My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D |
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My passion for poetry and parting from poverty |
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Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery |
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[Rah Digga (Joy Bryant)] |
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Heh, ain't really sweatin' you brother, we tryna parlay see |
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(I heard A&R was short for armed robbery) |
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I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery |
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[Casey Lee] |
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All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty |
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Shorty holla, come on |
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The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E [x8] |
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[Casey Lee] + (Joy Bryant) |
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If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators |
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Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders |
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CD so hot you gotta play hot potato |
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And Primo won't even take me out with the fader |
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Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica |
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You know the action, get planes built to go there |
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(What about your Grammy?) |
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Got it chillin' at my mother's crib |
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Right next to the Golden Globe |
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For actin' like I give a fuck |
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[Rah Digga] |
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What you talkin' 'bout? Diamond life, you livin' it |
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Benji's, Bentley's, your cash flow is infinite |
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[Casey Lee] |
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But you know there's more to life than videos |
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They're different |
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Cali is where it's at |
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And that's a wrap, my lip I'm zippin' it |
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The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E [x8] |
