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Thinking of the masterplan, where there's nothing but cash inside my hand |
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Wanna dig it to my pocket my profit is ever set |
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I dig deeper, you know I represent, represent. |
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Money over bitches, my sisters go over everything |
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Band that make her dance, that is just like a wedding ring. |
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Barb of the haters, the jealousy that the cheddar bring, |
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Trying to get away from this 85s like avalanche. |
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Ride with me, I got 'em licking like Minnie, |
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Got 'em licking like Mickey, these monkeys writing like dickeys |
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Cause they're seeing what I'm doing, feeling the more confusion, |
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Cut edges like a chewing, I'm flowing just like a student |
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Of the romance languages, only the diamonds hang with us, |
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My mil is decorated with ton just like the greatest is, |
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The crive's outrageous like really is no joke, |
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The girl of your dreams be coming over the smoke. |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up loud, |
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Turn it up load, turn it up load, |
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Drop it, stop it, |
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With all the soap operas and the soul boxes, |
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Turn up, turn up, turn up, for the people. |
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You can feel the heat from the beat, |
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My sand dark on your feet, |
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Want it down like a zebra, I move with the speed of cheetas. |
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I'm from Brooklyn where the heat is the side of a true leader |
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I ain't asking for no followers, just looking for new leaders. |
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Is hard not consuming all the bullshit they feed us, |
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And your venus like a cork to the wound from the fetus. |
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Been hard since it started reading, alliteration is literally lidid |
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To my DNA swimming on through my semen. |
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So everytime I bust babies begin being born, |
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Draw it like a picture, picture of perfect painting, |
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Police profile and people peacefully praying |
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Lay the low like lead us the lazy as lolly |
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Gagging on my ground, getting guap cause green is the new black. |
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Meet me at the bar, we throwing a few back, |
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Hop out the car, you know who blew that. |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up loud, |
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Turn it up load, turn it up load, |
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Drop it, stop it, |
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With all the soap operas and the soul boxes, |
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Turn up, turn up, turn up, for the people. |
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And we drink and smoke, |
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Got wearing funny hats like the pope wore, |
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Come in looking quite clean and open |
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So heard might scheme of the no good |
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You know quirt got sling in the notebook |
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I got the birds on the wire like no wood, |
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I still rap these styles like this poster, |
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I'm alive and down throw like a notion |
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We rhyme like a lazy bee so focus |
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I'm in the ring so lean I need a phone call |
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I ain't lying, bad teeth so ferocious |
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Maybe I'm lying bare feet in the ocean, |
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On the beach full of sleep in the open, |
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To the beez so unique like a potion |
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I love music, I'm completing my devotion, |
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I'm completing my devotion. |
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Turn it up loud, turn it up loud, |
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Turn it up load, turn it up load, |
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Drop it, stop it, |
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With all the soap operas and the soul boxes, |
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Turn up, turn up, turn up, for the people. |
