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(Akinyele) |
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Yo it should be a crime |
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The way I murder these rhymes |
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I flip hundreds of lines |
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Cause I'm done hit this mic over 7 times |
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I shine |
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I glitter |
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In niggers pussy like cat litter |
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Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking nigga |
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Bring a ruckas and I'll start shitting on you mother****ers |
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Cause the raps I give |
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They running through your ass like a laxative Huh |
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I could get drastic |
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Like Rupaul swing that dried dick |
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I get aggy when I hit |
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I get you boombastic |
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Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit |
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Original incredible lyrical hook for years |
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But y'all wasn't trying to hear |
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Like you hear them through (?) ears |
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I kick it loud and clear |
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Make you whisper like those mother****ing temptations is out |
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Hey yea |
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I end careers |
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By the pier like pliers |
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This mic get iced once I cream niggas like wires |
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Paper weight fires |
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Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires |
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But I will make your whole entire empire retire |
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Once I'm dressed in army atire |
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All you hear is repeated gun fire |
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Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers |
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(Akinyele) Hook |
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We came to **** you right on up (3x) |
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So if you want to |
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Get up (8x) |
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I'll bust you down |
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We came to **** you right on up (2x) |
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(Akinyele) |
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Even on a blind date |
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You couldn't get with me |
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I'll put these hot ass tecs on your neck |
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And give you permanent hickies |
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Leave you in lakes like Ricky |
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Think that I was distributing whisky |
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The way niggas be riding on me tipsy |
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The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines |
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like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper |
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It don't get no better than this |
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I got that medicine |
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For rock veterans |
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I'm bad to the bone like skeletons |
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Or some dracula shit |
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Biting mics turning niggas into vampires |
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Cause they can't get no light huh |
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Kid can't you tell |
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That it's the Aki-NYELE |
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I be holding this shit down like a bucket ina well |
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Jammed like hell |
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And plus I rock your dome without stones |
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The black stallion |
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Pack the certified chrome to make you think I'm Italian |
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From the way that I roam |
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I drunk and stuck the microphones like BOOOO |
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Niggas think it's dial tones |
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And start looking for Miss Jones |
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You clones |
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Are soft like foam |
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I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone |
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Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo |
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When n n n n n |
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What the hell you think it's the AK |
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You be like huh what |
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Like I'm yelling it's my beat huh what |
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Niagga don't sleep |
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Hook |
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(Women) |
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We came to **** you up (12x) |
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Hook |