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Aiiyo Bimmy So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man You know'say, Bim, my, yeah Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha I'm
and get off my tip I'm just tryna get rich of these tracks I get And you tryna get rich off the scratch I get And you chicks think it's all About bread, but
crazy, he be hot like fever (yeah) Please don't lose yourself, you ain't never gon' please me (Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track
on ya back [Hook x2] Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You gotta track, what's the hook like F is off the hook, right We stole
off the backboard Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door Live by the code, die by
Verse One: Sadat X This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
like I touched God Drive like Stewart, and I sing like Rod Buy a couple pods, two-for-thirty, that's hot Then call up Nicki, we gon' have a menage I
feelin’ like jam slam Bitch, I’m for words, get banned, stand- Up on your bone Two fucks if I don’t know you Here we are I gotta, hot chrome the throne We
to fireballs, um I started spilling all my problems To the final boss He shed a tear and let me by him like "What's mine is yours" Broke him off a little weed bid
Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot Hot hot Hot boy, hot boy, take a nigga face off Hot boy, hot boy, who else wanna face off Hot boy, hot boy, twelve get shot
Your little plan was a flop Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock A part of me was with you but yo he died, And I'm glad you stepped off
of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge One dose of my feroc(ious)
Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin' you the shit? The styles I be inkin' get you hyper when I get and attack tracks Bruise
hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
the man That baby jumped right on me That love rubbed off on me hey, hey I'm a hot-rod fiend for fancy cars Drive-in movies and her caviar Big sport coats
shorty and I make it hot-ter I got a lock ya, flavour to bring Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
our - I'm about to break ya off H-town growin' hard Lead with hips, slap my thighs Swing my hair, square my eyes Lookin' hot, smellin' good
[Mad Skillz] Now who done passed you a diaper and got you thinkin you the shit? The styles I be inkin get you hyper when I get and attack tracks
butter to the jam, so jam Start in the PM, and end in the AM I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram I patrol control, so a fucking controller
trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba E-tracks like ?, from Def Jam The East West check my streetbreath, no weak steps Or rest with the ?, check my
the stacks Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks I'm affiliated with too many hot cats To end up,
my time I'm racing time I think I'm last And if Tune mentions lean again Then I might drink his stash The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks
and chopped celery See, I made it, my flavor situated From the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated Plus, I'm thick like Quakers
Ghetto summer jam's got the streets blocked off Plots to knock me off get stopped short Armed with my thoughts, move the world with an unknown force
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