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Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I`m drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y`all niggas hot, sike I`m gassin Clowns I spot em and I can`t stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon` be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y`all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y`all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it And if I had to give you up It`s only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I`m gonna take my time Don`t fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can`t do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don`t believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that`s hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines And if I had to give you up It`s only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I`m gonna take my time Don`t fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can`t stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don`t believe I`ll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me ?Dancin much, get it all? now I`m complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can`t crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on And if I had to give you up It`s only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I`m gonna take my time Don`t fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind
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