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  • [q-tip]
  • For real though who really got sick though
  • On the edge got the ledge hangin out of the window
  • Bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf
  • ***** around youll be against me the size of a meal sack
  • Cutie little bucks better hit the jake
  • But that doesnt mean nothin to the heart within
  • You cramped up you and your team Im amped up
  • And you asses cant dip my b
  • My shine what the ***** is on your mind?
  • Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
  • Other brothers aint motivated they cant do it
  • Not only the opposite train it I ran through it
  • My music comes on and we march at the dance
  • Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
  • Use a cruel intention that we have is bad
  • You sick? drink a nyquil when Im bed on your ass
  • Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
  • Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin friends
  • Now your party is completely blown
  • Real name is kamal Ill make him peep his own
  • Its rap time for you that means nap time
  • Preachin from my joint what the ***** ima clap mine
  • Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
  • Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
  • Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
  • You didnt even really play tell me why did you start
  • Spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach
  • You wanna play around kid Im not a walk at the beach
  • A stroll in the park or your *****in playground
  • Put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound
  • Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
  • Q-tip abstract how I gets down
  • Chorus: [busta rhymes]
  • All my *****es, dance if you know that you dam sure
  • Let your ***** drip on the dance floor if you wanna
  • [q-tip]
  • Get down
  • [busta rhymes]
  • ***** that niggas will bust gats
  • Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
  • [q-tip]
  • Get down
  • [busta rhymes]
  • Blick shit piano sick shit
  • [q-tip]
  • Get down
  • [busta rhymes]
  • Chill you can get off my dick and
  • [q-tip]
  • Get down
  • [busta rhymes]
  • While Im on the hook get on your good foot
  • And blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz thats how we
  • [q-tip]
  • Get down
  • [q-tip]
  • Comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
  • The young black man with intentions to band you
  • See that people need a age in things
  • So many paid their ways so many phean to stay
  • I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
  • By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
  • Or maybe because when they was young
  • They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun
  • Now their all grown up to be *****s
  • Im giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
  • You swing dingaling for peas trees
  • While I sip my dacarees in the south west breeze
  • Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
  • Drippin out jings thats converted to hems and them
  • People be hummin in formality next to kin
  • My family is starvin? you know they want me to win
  • We forfeit nigga please get off it
  • Second checkin my name to my office
  • Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
  • Abstract comin through witness abortion

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