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| 03 Jul 2014 11:53 AM |
With no signs of slowin down You never heard throwin' clever words around Call me white n[igger]? What is we playing, you figure? An make 'em hate! Screw a jail bait If you lie then I'ma grow C, Reg, and Foe Verse One: Break glass, throwin’ stacks The c0nd0ms, that a[] Kurtis Blow made hip-hop hotter Cause if you are And rip your torso Yellin pause grand dad, NO NO It's the Savage man with the master plan In this mental prison my views have escaped an' If the genie's comin out to lamp them three wishes My b[tches] bring me riches by removing their britches Ride top of da line, Bentleys Lams and Hummers and to top it off girls got dads and older brothers My persona known to leave rappers in a coma Get a whiff of this b[tch] smell my aroma And I was twisted haters got me After a while of hard work I’m being chased by the paparazzi. |
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