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What? What's y'all, What the fuck is wrong with Niggas? Mike. up, hold up. Pay that man his money. I ain't here to hear about what would've been. What? You should've been the man, but you couldn't Win. What? I provided ways, but you couldn't swim. How I pray to God, but I'm full of Sin. You wouldn't harm a hair on my chinny-chin. I'm built Ford Tough with the engineer. I don't like liars, but I lie too. You don't keep it tall like five-two. I'm standup, ask around about me. I give bread, no wonder she wanna sight-see. What? I'm lucky like the number seven, God's favorite. I never give my back to issues, I'm facin' It. I stopped givin' hands 'cause they bit my Fingers. If you smell hate, you won't let it Linger. Bitch. I ain't here to beef with a rapper-singer. Beef. Coulda, shoulda, woulda 'til you catch a Splinter. You know it's goin' down like I threw A sinker. Word. Everybody got advice, I'm an overthinker. Word. Tryna tell my homies, "Get the money, Stop the wildin'." Free them off the boat, Take 'em to a different island. I'm wise like Machiavelli on several levels. The Malkovich of the ghetto, I'm outspoken like Malcolm. Extra dog like Michael Vick. It's dark and hell is hot. Get shot, you undercover like Malik Yoba. We Soba noodles on chopsticks, I sip the sake. The White Sox satin starter, telecom Hitachi. Teleportin' the Tesla, bombin', kamikaze. You pixelated like Tamagotchi. Okay, you got me. I must admit I be the illest. I'm caught red-handed as the culprit for dope shit. You gotta feel this. Feel me. I appeal to the real, the game Sour like mildew. It's all fun and games until the bill due. A couple stacks on field boots. The winter's comin'. It's live. You know I gotta stay fresh for you. It's best for you to mind your manners. I'm buyin' hammers, scammers, and cameras. In the Jag bangin' Propaganda. Got your bitch scantily clad. You picked a scab, now bleed for it. 'Cause some things better left alone. I set the tone. Here Set the play, Man-to-man, I play the zone. Your milestones my steppin' stones. I been known. I don't like niggas neither, The feeling's mutual. Keep the business as usual. Yeah. While y'all was waitin' at us, see we Was workin' like we sittin' at a cubicle. Man, niggas Open accounts to fund your funeral. Tuh. I'm givin' game to let my students grow. Can't take that guy. I'm 'bout my change like a student loan. Yeah. I chipped the paint and got a newer Coat. And since niggas just wanna hang around for Nothin', could give you a rope. Maneuver like a mob boss. 'Cause you don't see me, but I call shots. I got the leash that my dog's on. Tuh. We in the Lou, you niggas off balls. We in the Lou, man. She in the mood, I gave her all balls. Yeah. I don't feel guilty for not speakin' to Niggas as much. I been Sometimes your only weakness Is the people you trust. Ain't nothin' up for debate, these niggas reachin' Too much. Takin' pictures in label lobbies, They gettin' meetings two-once. I My shit different 'cause it's hittin' like Ike In his heyday. Yeah. Got lawyers on retainer 'cause the shooters on Layaway. Yeah. Every quarter take trips, I spent years in the gangway. Yeah. And I rarely do feet just 'cause they Not in my pay grade. And I-Pay. Pay that man his money. 'Cause they not in my pay Pay that man his money.
AveNue, Bodega Bamz, Willie The Kid — Malkovich.
«Malkovich.» — AveNue, Bodega Bamz, Willie The Kid. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:08. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
