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Jeremy Solano
Jeremy Solano
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Donnie Katana
Donnie Katana
Producer

Lyrics

Move like you robbin Bird watching Oronthologist Groove like he Rodman Dog walker make em promises Smoove they be watching Moon walker Michael jack and em Tryna make out it Jay men in black Like Micheal black and em Inner city My niggas wit me... i smoke up Reggie mill the choker Kenny stills, the pro cuts Swarm a field like locust Don't approach us Just match my quotas Book a flight to north the border Okay im sorta A different nigga Lets reconsider, I made some figures to be that nigga Figured you niggas would figure me bitter I'm been in positions, To finish positions Stand on my own Needed to hear it Pride on my sleeve I needed to wear it Cloth different how I talk is apparent Loss different run it up like an errand Quarterback up on the field how im Aaron Medusa staring at the watch it be glaring I need the shit that Tyler got the McLaren Put that on momma need that like a clearance Off top like I need a percentage On top like I needed correction Off top like i need a selection On top like i needed affection I needed protection Cuz niggas been saying that Jay you aint doing enough I'm doing enough, you stupid as fuck Prize fighter golden boy wit the touch Makin a move I gave you a groove Work of art I belong at the lourve Big bag keep em coming in 2s They bet against me I pick up when they lose Move like you robbin Bird watching Oronthologist Groove like he Rodman Dog walking make em promises Smoove they be watching Moon walker Michael jack and em Tryna make out it Jay men in black Like Micheal black and em Said im your highness The highest title numero uno I'm cujo mixed wit Kool Moe I'm just a dog I need my kudos I cant be pseudo I'm cant be copied Original keep the physicals Know ya body I'm prolly teddy Riley before the sound check Confidence through the roof This when people wasnt around yet If i make a wrong move everybody effected Gotta stay outta sight You a gem dont crack under pressure The city that never sleep We insomniacs Fab five there aint no time for that Before im washed like laundromats I need to know We on need to know basis Or acting formal Corner socials, formerly we were social I guess we cordial Cuz niggas been saying that Jay you aint doing enough I'm doing enough, you stupid as fuck Prize fighter golden boy wit the touch Makin a move I gave you a groove Work of art belong at the lourve Big bag keep em coming in 2s They bet against me I pick up when they lose
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