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I AIN'T f***IN WITH YOU
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CANT TOUCH ME TYPE sh***!!
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rap, hip hop, sincere, mickel, eastwood
HARD HITTERZ
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Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
Peak #500
Peak in subgenre #61
Author
EPIK FT. SINCERE
Rights
E.P. AKA EPIK
Uploaded
April 26, 2007
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MP3 2.3 MB 128 kbps 2:33
Story behind the song
HEARD THE BEAT, RIPPED THE BEAT IN 20 MIN.
Lyrics
E.P. AKA EPIK"ON THE HOOK", N SINCERE "ON THE VERSES" (1ST VERSE) SINCERE: baby ill make you come quick like a virgin in it baby blue version, sin got kitted no i aint kiddin, those who think they know dont know the sin in sincere, baby check my glow yall aimin for platnium, im shootin for diamond no yellow, white gold, baby blue diamonds baby blue two tone, head to toe im shinin mind of a genius, heart of a soldier hard hitter realist, til death roller push up til swole up, sin'in til i blow up snitch ass bitches, po po like hand cuff im raisin til you fold up, blowin thru the red what strollin like a infant, yall cd's misprints in the game misfits, heres a fist meet this yall cant beat this, lyrical street shit baby blue mink fit, baby blue meak dig grab a dictionary you dont understand my right hand writin, power like ten men rusty like tin men, write like broke pen baby blue on the beat, mc's find they weak (HOOK) EPIK: FUCK YA SAYIN, WANT YALL NIGGAZ WANNA DO, YALL SOME LAMEZ N I AINT FUCKIN WITH YOU, NOW YOUR BANGIN, N YOUR NIGGAS SELL DRUGS TOO, YALL PLAY GAMES N I AINT FUCKIN WITH YOU, (2ND VERSE) SINCERE: step up on the stage, grab the mic n ingage pen rages on the page fake rappers my aim the ones that blame the game, cant face they shame i lost my best friend over a hundred dollars, i dont give a fuck i spit strait a hundred hours, even when im sleepin n showerin what, you aint got the balls to face me, you coward bitch i stand tall like a tower, make you cower like a dead flower sink like the mayflower, im sweet n you the sour puss listen to my syllables, for listnen you billable miraculous its mirical you breakfest like milk and no cereal they laughin at you like eddie murphy in delerios im serios chump get your neck snapped back back cracked at each vertibret whats your word a they day "death" n dont worry about tommarow, you aint gon see it, mmkay sincere muthafucker, i know ya heard a me new york, detroit, all the way to the bay (HOOK) EPIK: FUCK YA SAYIN, WANT YALL NIGGAZ WANNA DO, YALL SOME LAMEZ N I AINT FUCKIN WITH YOU, NOW YOUR BANGIN, N YOUR NIGGAS SELL DRUGS TOO, YALL PLAY GAMES N I AINT FUCKIN WITH YOU, (SINCERE) GET OFF MY DICK! YOU FAKE ASS BITCHES!
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