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This is my down south sh***...they feeling it in Georgia...the whole world gone feel it tho...
asquad avenue
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A Youngn With Such Talent & Skill!
Yo No Introduction Needed....Its Ya Man Avenue aka Young Ave...Im In It To Win It! The Block ENT, A-Sqaud, Swagga Up ENT, The Franchise ENT... u can check out my myspace page: CLICK BANNER TO GO TO MY MYSPACE PAGE Easy!!! The People Im Down Wit That Have Soundclick: Bri-Easy http://www.soundclick.com/brisbackubeezy Felony aka Teflon http://www.soundclick.com/arsinalakafelony Zikki http://www.soundclick.com/zikki Hipnotik http://www.soundclick.com/hipnotikakatk Young Muni http://www.soundclick.com/youngmoney0 Crystal http://www.soundclick.com/crystaldasme Lyrical Assassin http://www.soundclick.com/lyricalassassinbkathaproblemchild Next Level aka Mr Produce Ur Favorite Hits http://www.soundclick.com/nextlevelaus Punchlines http://www.soundclick.com/punchlinesakathetruth Slick Chick http://www.soundclick.com/slickchick
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #5,121
Peak in subgenre #419
Author
Avenue aka Julius Caesar
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A-Squad/*BLOCKFAM*
Uploaded
January 06, 2007
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MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:20
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Clean In The Lac Chorus- Clean In The Lac, Clean, Clean In The Lac. Clean In The Lac, Clean, Clean In The Lac. And I'm Sittin Hittin Switches As I Swerve Around The Corner. Sittin Hittin Switches As I Swerve Around The Corner! Watz the deal baby girl let me kno// cuz I aint like these other suckas girl oh no// I'm the hottest guy on tha block fo sho// them other guys weak so wit me u gotta roll// she like the way my chain match the cars and the clothes// she sayd she heard me spit before and she like my flow// so now we sittin low in the black lac top back hat bent// leaned to the side black shades behind the black tent// sacs of the sticky cuz I kno she blowin wit me// mind on the idea of seeing her in her Vicki’s// she dig me cuz she starin wit that glare// she rubbin my leg getn closer whisperin in my ears// yea we can do that ma// no need to worry we been thru that ma// I can tell she a freak cuz she grindin in her seat// god damn girl can u grind like that on the meat// see no need to be discreet I really wanna kno// I got a pole in my living room u can put on a show// I'm jus that dude with dreams for sale// the reason I pull em like this u kno damn well// its cuz... Chorus Black rag hangin from the mirror red one on the do// dre drizz rip I miss u big bro// niggaz is really hatin cuz they don't really kno// got beef I got heat sittin here on the flo// wit a pistol at my hip so don't run ya lip// equipped wit that shit to end ya life quick// broads wanna trip cuz they heard I don't have a girlfriend// now everyday another broad tryna be my girlfriend// nah I'm straight I'll be a pimp till the day I die// even then I'll pimp the angels flyin round in the sky// never trust a hoe is the motto I live by// get money all day jus to get by// 5 thousand on my right 10 on my other hand// a couple hundred grand wrapped up in the rubba band// turn this up let it bang out ya speaker box// I'm clean as hell like fresh white shoes straight out the sneaker box... Chorus Damn I like how lil momma look back while she workin that// grinding and windin her hips while I'm hurtin that// how can a nigga get wit that let cha boi know// take u back to the crib u gone let cha boi go// cuz that nigga aint me he never will and can't be// something this fly I’ma show u wut tha pipe do frankly// I'm loving them jeans// plz tell me how the hell that ass aint bustin out them seams// I can see there aint no room for me in those jeans// so I’ma make u take em off and jump in the sheets// ya man callin cuz he kno u wit a balla// true playa real shot colla// who u kno rydin this great// fiends and chicks love me cuz I keep rocks like fish tanks// there's a reason why I'm cocky// I kno I'm doing it tha best cuz so many people watch me// fresh line up with tha baby face how can I lose// I got a lot of fees so if I want I can pick & choose// and I clock o'z so they call me the man// I would say get on my level chances are u cant// stunners on my face fitted on my head// chain on my chest pockets filled wit wonder bread// I get girls moist by the sound of my voice// I practice abstinence that means I aint cuttin wit ya chick by choice// but I'm still... Chorus
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