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Babacar James Campbell
Babacar James Campbell
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Kyle Garvan
Kyle Garvan
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Yea yea Yea yea yea Yea Yea yea Yea yea yea Yea Yea yea Yea yea yea Yea Let's fucking get it nigga' Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose (I finned to loose) You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze (Sit back and watch it ooze) Heard they sleeping on me Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze Yea Fuck it let em' snooze Yea Automatic motor mouth flow That's what they want hoe Know some niggas tha' keep the fifth on em' Call em flacco My niggas ready for how ever That it might go Ever see em' coming better scurry out the backdoor Tough talking niggas quick to squash beef Back pedal dance like they Michael Funny how them fat checks cashed by your mouth Coming back to bite you Pay attention to these words uttered they're insightful Might you have thought since you have money That you could buy some respect Thought you bought her heart But only purchased the sex Meanwhile I'm turning over every rock On this lonely road to finding my nitch Every track bodied tossed in a ditch Wit' Poetic flips Who woulda' thought Langston Hughes woulda' morphed into this Returning with the fix Fiends missing skin from the itch For this verses got em' line up outside the building like bodi Still young in da' game But I'm taking over like Kobe Can't no Shaq' hold me Ask destiny Bet she say greatness is what she owe me Pray the lord to my blessings she goin' lead me Cuz' the straight path I dun' chose to Walkman Like a Sony Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze Heard they sleeping on me Fuck it let em' snooze Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze Heard they sleeping on me Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze Bitch I got the juice Bitch I got the juice Got em' sauced with the bars like I'm serving boos Got em' sauced with the bars like I'm serving boos Bitch I got the juice Bitch I got the juice I can't be cool with being broke We different type of dudes Plus hunger and focus Got me plotting on precise moves Plus for the job You can bet I got the right tools The lord sent the word down That's what give me fuel The formula simple in fact Keep it a 100 with me a 100 watchu' get back I ain't with the chit chat Steady yapping bout' some plans Never fucking acting on em' Me and money said our vowels It's Holy matrimony Every day I wake the most gracious Who I give the glory Then I'm back On the hunt for them dividends Once I stack it Eiffel high Chill and do the money dance Then I realize every time I do So does Uncle Sam Robbing me in broad day light without out a gun in hand He don't know the efforts I put in to get them fucking bands But fuck it though Stack some more Build some more Back in my land Then I watch the money make it self Like I fucking cloned hoe Yea Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze I heard they sleeping on me Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze Fuck it let em' snooze
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