Lyrics:
can flow then you can ask E-Swift
If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff
If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I
out of you, i blow your back out
I black out, its too much for an old soul like me
I may be young, but after all not my psyche
Im likely to die by my
some clarity
The current stash of rap artist are all fallacy
Please excuse my manners to feed the famished
Diseased and the lost I appease any calls
and find my friends
As fast as Eminem can rap But no, instead I met a 10
Who loves to dance and doesn't want to go to bed yet
Like what cost the rent in
Canon on me no this not no photoshoot
Boy
Please don't run up you know bro'nem shoot
Boy
We don't call no muthafuckin truce
Boy
You ain't got no
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
Sean Paul? (What's happenin'?)
Hey (hey), now ladies and gentlemen (uh-huh)
It's about that time to (it's about that time)
Turn this thang on out
Now
motherfucker
Never never play no fool wit the city dogs
Work for the ghosts wit cash in hand
Straight into the pocket to feed 'em
Guess why they call it cock
Franks]
Picture a niggas that's raw
Amber fire his ass and what we'll say is what we saw
Muthafuckas I slaughter
Blow 'em out the water
L-E-G-I-T
Been a 6 man now I’m like Harden
Step j picture perfect I caught em
Big pimping still tipping and I call it Paul walling
Nelly Nel told me to watch
Vandross
I'ma keep it trill
And you just do the same
And you just holla at me
When you here em call my name
[Chorus]
Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by
I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty
feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust
it off the muscle
See em in my future
Call that nigga Russel
But they know he talk that stick talk
Niggas mute he give em muzzle
& If she talkin
Produced by: mafia mula baby/4xL/Earworm
Skit Vocal by: PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded by: 马红尘 (025 Studio)
Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Stevv Tsui:
Wait (mafia mula
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you
by the OZ
Lost my baby got no Keem
I don't sip on no codeine
I been sipping on Drano
Just so I can keep my flow clean
Ritalin Paul Dano
Call it ADHOD
the call
I ain't robbing Peter I ain't paying Paul
I was in the garden I ain't pray at all
Lord we fell asleep You still gave it all
You were counting sheep
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Ayo we finna get this shit bro this is VV I L D
You can call me V you can call me Double V
You can call me Jo-Jo you can call me JC
You can call me
Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards
Call em criss cross
Big dawg assist and I shoot
I’m like cris Paul
Done it all rest In peace
Shawty
nigga on the corner Terrance Newman
Who in this bitch with me now Is the question best answered by Silence
Little nigga just action
Blood gang nigga we
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