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shake something.

Im in the strip club feeling freaky bussin open bands neatly. Bitches they keep staring at me cause the know  that I be trickin.
Bout

when they eager
Collecting blue franks like Aretha
I pull up and I'm balling the preacher
Pull up with the candy paint my car sweeter

Most of these

Been about the blue bands, know im getting paid brother
Chrome Heart Hat on boy this ain't a plain trucker
Pull up to his crib with the chop let

Everyday I pray to God dat we don't get hit by da feds
Since I was a young nigga all I knew was go chase a check
All my hunnids blue but ik some

Oh my God
If you’re good long enough you’ll know
It won’t need to rain with just one sunrise
My life, bumps & bruises
Battle scars had to prove my

in blue that I can't be stopped nigga

Fuck who don't like it, they gonna respect it
I ran up some bands, I should cop a necklace
Shoutout

certified by GIA
They can talk a lot, but swear to god it ain't bout pape
Wockhardt color grape, I been sipping eight for eight
My closet got gorillas, bitch

dead presidents
Nah, fuck that, yeah
I'm chasing blue Benji Jays, from my brother passed away

Swear to God, I'ma ice you on my chain
Next to V.O.N
Yeah,

shit, how many chips I'm talking enchilada
Pride of North Carolina, sponsored and Jordan product
While my rivals blue devils be wearing Prada
You call

For every day that I live
You know that I gotta thank God
If life got a flavor, what is it
Does it taste like fruit, I love peaches
I suppose I won't

Dick

Beenie Man

Riddim Driven: Fiesta

2003

name is dick I got a girl
Who has a cat 
Always laying on her lap
Sometimes she purrs when I'm petting her
My god she loves when I play with her fur

don't get no second chance, you might get the news (uh-uh)
All day, gang playin', tryna get the blues (phew)
Hey, and this chain cost sixty-two
When

not sent to God
For the bearing of his fruit
Not one day will go by where I don't make
Satan kiss my boot
Got my hands up
Money in my pockets
Got my

the extremes
They swear that my life was easy but it isn't what it seems
Young as kid
Off the block
Straight from Cuba
Ball like a maverick
Do magic like Luka
I

Aye
Let me put you on
I’m not a trapper or a rapper
I’m a real artist
But run up on me
Swear to God boy, yea you too retarded
I’m a real artist
I’m

Marvel

Ghostface Killah

Ironman

1996

the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian
She know magic, soaking wet pussy on the matress

(Yeah)
(Yeah) (band-)
(Luh Chop)
(Lesgooo)
(On God)
(The Frozen one)
(Hold on)
(Gang)
Hold on
Gang
Nigga what you gone do
5.56 kicking like kung-fu

a lonely ride
Not every trip a magic carpet glide
Gadgets gizmos greed they blind
All I know love is by my side
All I know love is by my side
All I know love

Diamonds on my necklace yeah they shining
Every time I put em on they blind me
Magic with the pen they wanna sign me
Can't believe they found where we was

get a hundred bands
When the girls see me they always screaming Renz
Yeah it's lil Cinco it's real nice to meet you
How bout you invite me I'll fly out

a review from Anthony Fantano
I swear to god I'm so fly like a blue jay cause people think I'm from Toronto
Ay, somebody tell yo mans that his bands are weak

I, came a long way, that's a fact though (Fact)
I'm 22 but I'm bout to be on flight mode
Ain't got no bands, then you ain't my type hoe (Nah)
You

told them not
To tussle
I don't like to tussle
I don't like to do that
I just chill with Noah and magic in a cool whip blue black
Nose is all the time

able to break the band
Take off the chains of fear of death and take God's hand
And walk with him
Straight down the longest road
And the further he