Hamilton (feat. Shaun2Legit)

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Turk P Diddy

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Imma start my day by counting these racks you know what's next
Imma link wit the mafia to get a profit out whoever's best
Had to take it to cross creek wit the gang you know that we draggin
Forget the designer we wearing jeans that niggas can't sag in
Run it up off the backends
Most of my niggas be trappin
I just stick to the rappin
On these beats you here me zappin
I know
These niggas hating I tell em try again
I don't have no friends my family Hamilton And Benjamin 

Trust me if you don't get shit then you lucky
Got a 45 tucked in a Duffy 
If I call Turk he gon slide get to dumping
Big drums onna Bitch get the hummin
Full court fast break start running 
Grabbing more boards call me Andre Drummond 
That Choppa go bum bum 
You better run son I hope you find sum
Look I gotta trick up my sleeve 
And a rocket in my pocket
These ain't no Robin jeans 
These nigga birds they flockin
None of these niggas can see me
My lifestyle not easy 
Imma Dying breed No Polo But I know I'm still a G 
Not saying dat I'm money man 
I keep it in my pants 
We don't bitch bout romance or we don't buy no only fans
We just thumbing through these bands
We dem niggas y'all can't stand 
Walk inside the club we making songs to make these bitches dance

Pass me the rock 
Imma bomb on them And yall wont see me coming 
Slap the f*ck outtov a pussy nigga like Deandre Drummond
Oh yea I'm draggin dummy 
Pull out da stick, they runnin
Pull out my dick, she suckin
Da Hate, got my name buzzin
We shoot we dont do fussin
Call up shaun dats brodie
Touch him my goons will smoke ya 
You know i dont play when it come to da brodies
Listen you broke boys better go head last name clean gimme mister
Step on these designers imma slap you wit da pistol
I'm official f*ck a whistle stripes in real life yours Adidas
I'm the type to f*ck a niggas bitch and turn her to cheetah
I'm stamped foreal, mob ties, I roll wit ogs and the killas
Coppin them bows I'm bussin them down 
I need all of my profit no fractions
No cappin 
Bout action
See my opp
Bust 7 
This Glock 
Hold 11
Send that opp to heaven
You dont want smoke wit me dawg
I swear to God I can make it get vicious
I got shooters from the county slums all the way to the trenches
Keep draggin til I pop uhn
I ain't neva gonna stop uhn
Middle finger f*ck the cops uhn
Forever steppin on the opps
I'm going stupid I'm going the dumb way got this cash out the mud. 
I roll wit many men and its alot of them enough to catch you a slug.

Imma start my day by counting these racks you know what's next
Imma link wit the mafia to get a profit out whoever's best
Had to take it to cross creek wit the gang you know that we draggin
Forget the designer we wearing jeans that niggas can't sag in
Run it up off the backends
Most of my niggas be trappin
I just stick to the rappin
On these beats you here me zappin
I know
these niggas be hating I tell em try again
I don't have no friends my family Hamilton And Benjamin 

Trust me if you don't get shit then you lucky
Got a 45 tucked in a Duffy if I call Turk he gon slide get to dumping
Big drums onna Bitch get the hummin
Full court  fast break start running 
Grabbing more boards call me Andre Drummond 
That Choppa go bum bum you better run son or hope you find sum
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