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Don dadda top shotta Every stage kilt rowdy rod piper Big poppa big casa Beat me na na na na silk shocker My lady Gaga lip locker My rank Mr lover man big Shaba Obama big timer Now they all moving the same tic tocer Drip dropper clique proper You don't have to disguise your pain big mama Lambada move secret maraca shake frequent Don't keep it peep it their addressing the shine No sequence they ain't getting back in time no defense Everyday we go strong no weekends Shallow in over their heads these deep ends Wait a bit had to check my patience pray for it Major hits quoting Gods Word like a plagiarist Favorites Ray Charles movie had to take a risk Saucer punch line author made a fist Don't flinch if I take a shot I'm a follow through Jesus why the follow me they should follow you Hallalu they all in a stew call it calaloo I'm a do what I gotta do word to Amadue Civil rights they can swing left that's a chin check Anyone who slept on me wrong get a stiff neck Dorothy put the house on me big bet Quick check proud of the walk let the kid step Milestones checking out my lines like the Dow Jones Separate the gift for the call get the dial tone That's old know I'm past cold not an iPhone Count that always bounce back like it's sky zone Child's play started as an usher my way Heaven got a staircase hell got a high way Switch lanes clutching on the mic I need six rings Big games Kick it on the couch it ain't Rick James Quick gains baby boy listen like it's Ving Rhames Nicknames looking like a slave trade big chains Link up the gifts in the call you should pick up Don't give up the bars already set get your chin up Now get a grip wait a little longer I've been giving tips Reminisce running through those names like it's Genesis Fresh with a little more class I'm a sophomore Want more everywhere I flip like it's parkour Skip you now that I'm uno they can draw four Wild card walking on the water he's a life god Chuck Schumer good humor these are nice bars Cheers I'm leaving them in shock clear Fear got me living on the edge spear Knock out this is Ye even he didn't drop out Stop doubt there was not a movie when I got out Big flash my turn next give them whiplash Big glass still running over like it's slim fast Big crash Learned how to climb like a gym class Quick cash burning up my flesh like a skin rash
Writer(s): Jarred Haynes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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