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1 N 1,000,000
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Peak #551
Peak in subgenre #87
Author
Benny Ill
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CF Music
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May 18, 2013
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MP3 2.8 MB, 160 kbps, 2:29
Story behind the song
I copped the beat from the homie MC Dutch, R.I.P.
Lyrics
I’m one in a million, nah im one in a billion sh** im one in a trillion, none can sum the chamillion Pumpin substance to children, I puff a blunt and im chillin less im drunk and revealing, something as dumb as my feelings But im enough of a man, to shove a gun from my hand You can hire this ghostwriter, for a couple of grams Spies eyes reside wide, so I puzzle my plans Large amounts to count, is why I hustle with scams I search for a purse, from the hell that I rise Till paper objects in my pocket, keep them swellin with pride Rhyme so fly try to buy, check the shelve in the sky These shrimps couldn’t see food, except a shell in they eye Underground cant be found, go ahead try and check F-m stations rotations, buy your hype and respect So why should I try, when I’m liver then death sh** I’m so sick, ill be die’in in debt Ain’t no way I’ma pay, for some radio play I’d rather buy a blunt stress and some yay to blaze Guey One in a million, nah theres no number to measure Im so ill my skills, feel under the weather It’s no wonder I’m better, publish hundreds of letters Spit wit quick to dip, for chips and buckets of cheddar define this mind of mine, just this much I discovered I’m a sick f*** who spits nuts, which bust like a rubber don’t give a f*** if you love her, you suck as much as your mother I’ve just begun to expunge, plunge your lungs into butter if you try to repeat, my type of hype to a beat I’ll arrange a range of pain, you’d swipe your life to be cease bend and rip your head and lip, apply my plyers to teeth beg to live when you bit, you must be higher than cheech I ain’t the type to retreat, I oppose my foes See the statement states the pavements where this rose arose I’m so cold, when I flow it snows What you got you thought was hot, till the globe was froze N-F-L is the motto, Never Fail for the Lotto To possess the best address, and accell in an auto Whether scales measure rails, render sales in the clavo or rap more tracks, then leather belts on tecatos alrato
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