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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #200
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Jonathan Foote
Rights
2013 Too Crunk 2 Be White Productions
Uploaded
June 28, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.7 MB • 64 kbps • 3:43
Lyrics
Quick toss off for lyric placement, with fun pictures to go along:
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Swagga unflawed
Money tight in wads, sittin on quads; sippin till i nod
Against all da odds crowds they applaud
when i step in with my squad
cuz im faithful never flodged;
aint got no flas; visions like miraged
Gota beam that you can't dodge and I'm campin like da lodge
sendyaona espinoge; yellin bon voyage
chuckin up the duces like im flippin off the gods
gifted when im rappin like felice navidad
police poke n prod, seek what they can't find
listen to my track try n catch it on hit rewind
Gaurenteed to shine, smokin fragrant pine
My doctor he resigned cuz i got a vacant mind
i drop the dopest rhyme its tighter than some twine
rule of thumb defined: if you Search n you shall find
My quest is on resign
I done stepped across the line
Knowin im the man cuz the ladies say im fine
Posted on tha block like a blue jay on a vine
The Diamonds that i got they be fresh up out the mine
You cant try to copy Simon says that im divine;
they Attemptin to repeat but i trademarked the design
Copyrighted lines, im workin overtime
Puttin in work applied and cant resign
Smoked da best world-wide and now im on cloud 9
Cuz I don't need a guide when im searchin fa loud fine
Call it Mr. Jekyll Hyde; from that lower east side
Where tha homies take pride in da dope that they provide
I'm slippin and I slide; dippin on that dive
dont have to jook or jive cuz my goons coinside
And when I pour that lean I keep it flowin like a fountain
Stay higher than ammountin, fa tha haters that be doubtin
One, two, three-- bank accountants steady countin
Stacks on deck and decks on decks on deck
Talkin four stories ya im buildin up respect
Ice around my neck, it stay cold because im frosty
And I always keep a heata tucked below my chain where that crossbe
Aint gon sweater; not bill cosby-- always stayin flossy
And the stove up in my kitchen stayin hot like Ms.Ross be.
I got the gift of gab ima use to take a stab
itll only take a dab then that moneys up fa grabs
I keep the fattest bags, and keep the fiends comin
Gota knock five fast if wanna hear dat "come-in"
The routes I be runnin, they stretch like serhengetti
Gota long trip ta get that sauce spiced speghetti
I'm colder than Yeti, and Im keepin to my cave
Drinkin that rosetti make a bad b*** behave
Poppin like confetti, I'm stuntin to the grave
The rolls I drop are zooki find em jumpin at a rave
They rally like suzuki when Im bringin what they crave
Got em rollin on that water like they tryina catch a wave
And they run that money to me cuz they fienden and they slaved
jump up on that, hoe, and tell a bad b*** "behave."
