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Mozzy, Yatta - Free Yatta 2 (Official Video)
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Christopher Eugene Gray
Christopher Eugene Gray
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I made the climb to the top of the ladder Don't got no time for the chatter I'm making hits like a batter Knocking em off of the ladder Run it up Run it up You wanna talk put some hundreds up Nowadays I don't talk cuz my money up I'm the 1 could careless bout a runner up I see bodies at the bottom while I'm staring from the top I knock em off boy I'm hot niggas begging me to stop Cuz them niggas bitches spin the block and when they do they be pumping my music You wanna pout cuz your clout down and I'm the one making you lose it I really rose from the mud Mike phelphed through the sewage Got these hoes loving my maneuvers I be stacking up bread like I'm Jewish Break a beat down like a brick so I be cashing out big time Stroll the blocks like I'm big time and I ain't gotta tell I ain't 69 The shit that I'm spitting contagious you can call this Mr Biggs time Tony hawk mind frame I ain't playing I'm going insane this a big grind Word to my nigga O Meezy That's my brother from another if you touch him I'ma have to do you greesy homicide leave you bleeding Niggas hate to see me winning niggas love to see me broke I seen the smiles when I was down now that I'm up I'm no joke Silly niggas acting mad funny well I'ma really make to u mad dummies When I pull up to the club on dubs smoking krippy wit a bad bunny I made the climb to the top of the ladder Don't got no time for the chatter I'm making hits like a batter Knocking em off of the ladder Run it up Run it up You wanna talk put some hundreds up Nowadays I don't talk cuz my money up I'm the one could careless boutta runner up The way I ride on the beat like a pro suffer on a wave I got cash on the way so your bitch wanna ride the wave Rap bars like the legs on that track star you could call em Usain bolts We ain't in the same lane bro I know it drive you insane bro So here goes another hit i got these haters sick man I'm fucking the town up Feeling like Fab and Kiss it's immaculate what I built from the ground up Drop a verse and fuck these clowns up so many styles I fuck the crowd up On stage I lite the loud up then tell em turn me up louder Calm soul heart of gold but these streets cold so I stay wit some wild niggas They just tryna keep it cool but someone act a fool then they shoot in the crowd nigga I got a addiction to bad bitches yes I love me me a vixen And all this cash a nigga getting don't need a cure for these afflictions Kill the pussy every damn time kill the beat every damn time I don't one damn lie call me Stevie I'm the franchise Jumping out the gym watch the boy rise shit I'm winning by a landslide I run it up keep them hundreds up while these weak niggas on standby I made the climb to the top of the ladder Don't got no time for the chatter I'm making hits like a batter Knocking em off of the ladder Run it up Run it up You wanna talk put some hundreds up Nowadays I don't talk cuz my money up I'm the one could careless boutta runner up I made the climb to the top of the ladder Don't got no time for the chatter I'm making hits like a batter Knocking em off of the ladder Run it up Run it up You wanna talk put some hundreds up Nowadays I don't talk cuz my money up I'm the one could careless boutta runner up
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