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Ish: |
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Don't give me your swing |
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I got mines and that's the thing |
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings |
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Geechie: |
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Don't give me your swing |
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I got mine and that's the thing |
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring |
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Verse One: Geechie Suede |
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Now for the grab the stash(?) |
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To the alley Varner(?) any splash |
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Tryin not to crash |
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Swervin got the la-la on the dash |
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Getting bent up in the armored truck |
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Stuck him for his glam |
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Shit is candy yams |
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Now we movin on the ancient mans(?) |
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They using psycho vision |
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For the Valentino Gorabani(?) |
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**** Armani Butter |
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We above these climbs |
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Hiest the harbours |
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Word to godfathers getting bleed |
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Chasing on (?) down to Venice |
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Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways |
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Thats how it was cus |
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Now they got us blammin at the fuzz |
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Its all gun and poses |
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On a bed of roses gettin shugged |
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Wrap him in a rug |
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Leave him on the roof till he stink |
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Hit the pool-hall |
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Fled the calico and watch him blink |
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Movin on Picaso |
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Painting my portraits and condos |
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Cuz when the Lo blows |
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Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey) |
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Ish: |
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Don't give me your swing |
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I got mines and that's the thing |
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring |
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Geechie: |
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Don't give me your swing |
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I got mine and that's the thing |
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring |
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Verse Two: Ish |
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(check this) |
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I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers |
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Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying |
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I play my cards shark style, kings and aces |
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Welcome to New York the illest of all places |
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I never bleed even through this plaza of greed |
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You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world |
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Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh) |
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I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl |
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The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science |
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We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style |
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The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile |
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My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish |
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Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish |
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Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame |
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Your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow |
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You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer |
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My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter |
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Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter |
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Them clown kids you dealt never belt |
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I came around swift and got felt |
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That champagne brand name style got melt |
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My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels |
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Thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace) |
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Yo yo, Dont give me your swing |
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I got mines and thats the thing |
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Its not your swing |
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Its mines and thats the thing |
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So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings |
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All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings |
