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I'm talking big boy racks
Baby just count me in
And I don't even know that boy
So why he keep calling me twin
Yea, I done put Fendi the fabric
No,

throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep

And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man

that gets so cold
That it goes in a snow blower
(We run this town)
We run this, run this, run this
(We run this city)
We run this city, city
(We'll wear

and watch the mail, bitch
Don't turn on no Hulu
Had to scream at his ass, boy
I know that ain't FUBU

Man, this lil' freak a soul toucher
Got that blower in

But can she do it by the ceiling fan
Do no wrong sorry niggas
I been on my own
Hardest nigga In my city
Dare a nigga try to prove me Wrong
With yo bitch

the city now the fans out
Nigga don't pay me just pay pal
Got to hit him with the chopper knock your face down
Ass up back slant got your face down
Got

yeah nigga I'm reimbursed
Got a bad bitch that stay in Vancouver
But I got felonies I can't get to her
Water walkin' on this beat with a blower
My

I see a better lookin twin on the radar
(Radar)
Spot game and shoot my shot like a AR
(Ooow)
She do everything wit her sister, play ball
(HeeyAyye)

a blunt, I'm tryna roll
Plus got cotton mouth, you know
This my shit talk, what I'm on
Brought my twin glocks, who want smoke?
If this bitch cock, it's gone

I've been heaven sent
Open the gates like "let me in"
Fuck on these two big, badass twins
Riding with Angel, he my twin, sheesh
I'm at the end
These

they really
With that gang shit (yeah, aight)
Keep cappin' in your rap and
Get your brain hit (Boom, boom)
I be spinnin' with this blower like a fan
We

say he ain't do it but the city know he told
Just put the blower on the bitch why she giving out the lo
Better come get yo bitch I think she tryna turn

the 'Gram (Brrra)
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang)
'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow)

Hey love, where you at? I'm trying to see you. Come out to my city papi

They told me spin it back, with another one

Catch me in the raq , don't be

Nothin' Could Save Ya

Twin Hype

Double Barrel

1991

Pump up the boomin' systems that'll bust
New York City's about to be bumrushed
Shameek and the boys bringin back the boomin' bass
All five

the bands with me
The man really
Big blower on me like
I brought a fan with me
They said I'm ignant fuck the limit
I'ma stand in it
Busy Tryna get it
Chasing

Thanking her memories of how we bonded to
The dysfunction in our family and the City news
All the way in Guatemala fans are rapping my truth
To the USA we

(I might need me some security so I might go cop me a couple big body twins)
(If they just sit back, start the thinking internally they always knew I

Draped up dripped out
I got my cake up dipped out
Fly out and wreck shit twin towers
You ain't gone fuck bitch get out
Nigga want smoke these packs

and I'm stackin a lotta
I paid my dues feel like I'm bout to blow up
I got ya bitch blowin me like a blower
I am official take me to the notary
I could

go up to her man dap him up cause I can 
I’ll hit a lick and post it on the gram, i do it for my fans I run off on the scams

i got time for

Yeah
And it's like
Yo

Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the bruddah you