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(Akinyele) - |
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Hook You I'm from |
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New York And connected with my down south niggas |
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Here this year |
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My nigga rap bone came to tear the club up |
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Yo my nigga chock came to tear the club up |
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My nigga joelle came to tear the club up |
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And this shit here should get all the thugs up |
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It's for (the money makers) |
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What (the booty shakers) |
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Yea (my real niggas) |
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And **** who (the playa haters) |
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Yea (the move fakers) |
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Ha (the immitaters) |
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Yo this is for who (the money makers) |
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Yea (the booty shakers) |
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Ha (my real niggas) |
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Yo and **** who (the playa haters) |
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Yea (the move fakers) |
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And the mother****ing (immitaters) (Rap Bone) |
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Now where |
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I'm from these niggas dobn't pimp they pro |
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Nautica shirts game hats |
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And nice sweats |
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And litle niggas got through the mall like packs of wild animals |
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Anticipating the showdown |
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In my town |
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Pretty (?) bitches get ****ed |
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Then they stock just drop |
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They rpops go bankrupt |
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So tell me who's pimping heartless |
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From Jacksonville to |
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Charlotte |
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I got some (?) goddesses |
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On our twenty, many |
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A late lonely night |
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We coming back from some hype shit |
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Like Freak |
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Nik Possibly |
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Daytona Chilling with hook dogs |
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Smelling the aroma |
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Drinking wine, from 1989 |
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I'm blinding in the dinette set |
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And let the sunlight shine |
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Making vows to remain for ill and tight |
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Throughout all space and time |
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So from here to 19 ninety something |
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My word is as money |
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I hate to hear my real niggas hungry |
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So I'm going to represent with my shit |
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And hit the public |
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All types of angles |
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Strangling niggas |
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With electric car wire |
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And calling out the frauds like we ****ing on fire |
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Hook (Chock) |
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Now most chicks get they back blown |
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When I let my act roll |
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Conference on a track phone |
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I chock and rap bone |
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Joelle will pack chrome |
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All through your back zone |
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And I'm no thug |
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But will still aim at your black dome |
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And bust you |
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In a honda |
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Or if I need to |
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Augusta You bet we going to get crunk |
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We pressure in a trunk |
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When I catch second hand from your dank whenyou flame your skunk |
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Then take all your bank in the game we tunk |
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I'm drunk, |
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I guzzle V |
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S, in a bubble |
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GS All chrome double |
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BS So on top look like a brother with |
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DS Down Syndrome |
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But if you want to find me come around wisdom |
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How do I say this calmly |
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You a clown kid son |
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And you need a check up so go get a papshmere |
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And if stripped to my wear |
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I'd have two gats bare |
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Only a few cats clear |
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On how I do that there (Joelle) |
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I wreck yous down like molecules |
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When I play them fools |
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I'm just that little nast nigga |
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With the ladies sneaking on the jewels |
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The voice is calm |
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But my words are strong |
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Like hurricanes |
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I might spit |
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A little cum shit |
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But it won't stop me from doing my thang |
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I maintain |
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When I slangs > |
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From my native land |
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Upstate South |
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Cleve West |
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Anderson It's unexpected |
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They expect it just the same |
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Just get in line |
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Like Carolina's in the (??) |
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We can't be wrong |
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Growing up down here |
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You didn't worry about no ride or no high priced gear |
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You got to boogy say boogy |
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Rode in like a champ |
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Wearing fake gold chain and no shirt is how we pimp |
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On all sides |
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The north south east and the west |
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To niggas got keys got pain got fresh |
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Fresh went to dope |
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And dope went to fat |
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Next thing you know the fools are busting all the gats |
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Except the parts |
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So you had to deal before dark |
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Smoking weed in the club |
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They don't dance they just just party |
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Drinking cold malt liquor |
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Country ass niggas |
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Booty shaking |
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Shake To make them asses move quicker |
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I picture that |
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We dirty like floor mats |
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Ride in the sports coupes big jeeps fly |
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Hook (Akinyele) |
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I go down south to bust a nut |
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On a down south slut |
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Look her in the face and tell her girl |
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I want to |
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FUUUUUCK She be like |
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SHIIIIIIT |
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There Ak-nel go with that |
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New York D |
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IIIIIIICK |
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Here take a |
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LIIICK I beginning grinning |
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Cause I'm ready to hit it up (?????????) |
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Point to the light |
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She be like |
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I going to go flick it up |
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I'm gorilla like king kong |
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While you niggas is little monkeys like |
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Mighty Joe |
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Young Out of town |
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I know crackers with correct |
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ID In other words |
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I95 is where you find me |
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And buy guns from me |
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In exchange for crack |
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Road maps |
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Got me transporting gats > |
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From the north |
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And the south tackle that |
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Bringing it back |
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To my New |
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York money makers |
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Who smoke a lot and get high like sky scrapers |
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Down south i know girls who straight want to rape us |
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My niggas |
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Rap Bone and |
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Chock here to tape us |
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My nigga Joelle got some bitches flying in from |
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Jamaica I got some girls in |
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LA who play like the lakers |
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Shiiiiiit |
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Because Hoes |
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R Us Everywhere we go mad love they show us |
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Even girls who don't know us |
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Want to suck our dicks for us |
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Hook |