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Showing love, with the fking bass in your face
New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew
Fashion
Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing you fking for they face of ground
'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me
It make me react react my fking yammy
Now I don't c*ck, though my mnd is in the sewer
I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er
But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat
'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act
Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin
Backing hoes was like heaven
Eleven, years later I tried to hide
And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say
fk around with Fasion get your whole s**t bit
Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues
Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice
But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
Going around the globe to collect the props
When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Psycho Les
I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my til the night is thru
And when the night is thru, I won't have a fking clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten true
Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money
Then your days ain't fkin sunny
Excuse me for my language
But I'm trying to get my last thing together
And bought the crib to be in my d*mn bids so never
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Acted like I deserve to have it
I whipped I stabbed it I whipped I grabbed it you silly
Rabbit, I'm coming at your door
Tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa
I'm showa, unlike others wanna pop u
Use a pistol drop d0gging that s**t you need to stop
'Cause when I approach and you can't back up
What you said Toma
Fly you fking head like that
Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Texax, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear
Juju
Real do real things and that's a fact
And real could lick their hoes in backs
And your life's down like a heavy price to pay
For some bulls**t that you ain't even had to say
But don't sweat that, 'cause I'm 'ma let you keep your head
If I wanted to kill, you're already be dead
I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
Taking care of business yeah without a doubt
And I'm 'ma make a million dollars kid before I'm out
Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona
Going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner
Life is full of stress and to rest my brain
So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain
I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear
Yeah you get props over here
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