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CANARY
by Genovese
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Ayo, Enough with all the banter; camarones a la plancha
Movin' with a tiny dancer
Catch me drifting in a Lancer
Bumpin Popcaan in some new Lavin
Sopa wit the Won Tons
Paint a picture like I'm Chon Don
Sippin' fine wine, this bottle older than me
My Patna holdin' a Ki
They tried to hold 'em for weeks
Fuck the feds
Keep it on the hush
Just know that she belong to us
You can look but never touch
UnLess you want ya Belly tucked
Stuff shells, Manicotti
I give a call to Tony let 'em know he's never lonely in this shit
I was there when son got hit
So it's fuck 'em when we spin
I ain't from Brooklyn, man we'll boom you just for lookin in the X
Been a hitter, they should throw me in some pinstripes
You was shadow boxing I was trynna get my glint right
Grew up en las calles I'm just trynna live the rich life
No patients for these hoes, I ain't never been the pimp type
Keep a couple brujas on the line, just in case they try to hex me
Got a daughter on the way, man shorty really blessed me
Uh, Wayne Gretzky 50 in 39
Iced with a dirty nine
Frost bite in the summer time
Kites from the other side say wipe em or otherwise and other lines
I feel like Kool G Rap, tied up with the Luciano's
Pumpin' slugs in my pajamas, "Can I Live?"
Why they wanna Hawk the kid? Shit, It's a set up
They tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath
Tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath
I kept the blicky on my side yo fuck all that!
You talk a lot and I seen people go for less
Heart as soft as terry clothe with an inflated head
They hit you with a three-nine and you gon play the feds
Canary on the chest plate, you scary on ya best day
You never know, that's why I pack an auto
Cause death comes for everybody even Castellano
Leather Avirex, lookin like Havoc in 95
Still rock my Timbs with the scuffs, we keep live
That's why I hustle day to day I need to feed my child
An eye for an eye, son your beef is mines
Word to Nas, its no surprise, you get my state of mind, NY
They put these bars on pedestal
You workin hard just to get a deal
I'm stay independent let 'em pay the meals
Fuck the money it's music, dawg I'm stayin' real
I seen a couple blue tints turn rappers to Six Nines
I been gettin cuts different ways like a Swiss knife
Since Cartagena & Chis Lite
I was a hustler, way before I picked up a pen
You did it backwards papi, now you gotta pretend
Ayo, Enough with all the banter; camarones a la plancha
Movin' with a tiny dancer
Catch me drifting in a Lancer
Bumpin Popcaan in some new Lavin
Sopa wit the Won Tons
Paint a picture like I'm Chon Don
Sippin' fine wine, this bottle older than me
My Patna holdin' a Ki
They tried to hold 'em for weeks
Fuck the feds
Keep it on the hush
Just know that she belong to us
You can look but never touch
UnLess you want ya Belly tucked
Stuff shells, Manicotti
I give a call to Tony let 'em know he's never lonely in this shit
I was there when son got hit
So it's fuck 'em when we spin
I ain't from Brooklyn, man we'll boom you just for lookin in the X
Been a hitter, they should throw me in some pinstripes
You was shadow boxing I was trynna get my glint right
Grew up en las calles I'm just trynna live the rich life
No patients for these hoes, I ain't never been the pimp type
Keep a couple brujas on the line, just in case they try to hex me
Got a daughter on the way, man shorty really blessed me
Uh, Wayne Gretzky 50 in 39
Iced with a dirty nine
Frost bite in the summer time
Kites from the other side say wipe em or otherwise and other lines
I feel like Kool G Rap, tied up with the Luciano's
Pumpin' slugs in my pajamas, "Can I Live?"
Why they wanna Hawk the kid? Shit, It's a set up
They tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath
Tried to hit me in the bubble bath, bubble bath
I kept the blicky on my side yo fuck all that!
You talk a lot and I seen people go for less
Heart as soft as terry clothe with an inflated head
They hit you with a three-nine and you gon play the feds
Canary on the chest plate, you scary on ya best day
You never know, that's why I pack an auto
Cause death comes for everybody even Castellano
Leather Avirex, lookin like Havoc in 95
Still rock my Timbs with the scuffs, we keep live
That's why I hustle day to day I need to feed my child
An eye for an eye, son your beef is mines
Word to Nas, its no surprise, you get my state of mind, NY
They put these bars on pedestal
You workin hard just to get a deal
I'm stay independent let 'em pay the meals
Fuck the money it's music, dawg I'm stayin' real
I seen a couple blue tints turn rappers to Six Nines
I been gettin cuts different ways like a Swiss knife
Since Cartagena & Chis Lite
I was a hustler, way before I picked up a pen
You did it backwards papi, now you gotta pretend
