1950
Dell Fargo, Olumide
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We in the back like its 1950 Screaming f*ck the law come and get me She want that check like my name was Nike I told her baby nah my name is Mikey Alrighty Y'all don't excite me this music we do this nightly Hey Y'all making records for bitches I'm trynna find a way I'm pressing CDs like niggas I need my shit today I'm rolling up refer come catch me sipping on that Alize This that thing get ready I'm on recline I'm chillin this blow my mind Just a matter time Bad rapping that's on decline you niggas no friend of mine You gon' watch just how I shine Make it look likе its a crime Hoodied up Q got it tucked Grxzz don't givе f*ck I love a slut She love me back What I mean to her can't feel no nothing At any time might get rid of her Don't do no stunting I live my life Why you bitter bruh Oh I know It's 'cuz I got this fire ass flow That's 'gon get me that dough Make your lady want more You heated Come catch me chilling out that neighborhood Ritas Complain that's all some ever do hustle that's what I rather do What's on my checklist Cashing checks for breakfast aye Can’t live too reckless Man this shit get hectic aye I’m dodging feds Kicking hoes up out my bed These niggas get filled with led Based off something that they said Sayless We got it jumping like its '99 Like when Hip-Hop was in its prime I got my D.C. nigga on the line You know them D.C. niggas waste no time Goodnight We take it back like civil rights We in the hood like racist Knights We in the back just like the bottles in the club we pop on sight Niggas talking shit but they don't wanna fight They don't want no problems When it come to beef they poltergeist Niggas better watch who they stepping to They don't know what this tech will do Talking lyrical massacres eating beats like some vegetables Bout to roll up some broccoli prolly crush me a edible Steak and cheese with the mumbo sauce It's the glitch moe I'm telling you Swear to God moe These rappers fucking food I'm that fucking dude Really making moves watching other niggas lose Swear my pen been sick since I was runny nosed with the little shoes What the f*ck it do Fargo my savings just accrues I never listen to niggas That be steady switching they sides and opinions with shit I'm bout to come full equipped with the choppers That's full of these quotable lyrics and shit Niggas be pressing and testing we tell 'em Sayless Then we body them niggas on wax Shoutout to Olu I swear that the nigga 100 It's coming from me so it's facts Nigga you best watch your back from D.C. to P.G We linked up it's bout to get sick I'm never trusting these niggas That's purping for clout But they lived with the well off and rich Putting you niggas to sleep with a hook from Joe Frazier Possessed with the speed of Ali Olumide swear I f*ck with you homie Illuminate truth Bout the whole D.M.V We in the back like its 1950 Screaming f*ck the law come and get me She want that check like my name was Nike I told her baby nah my name is Mikey
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