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Betty Shabazz Lyrics - Artist : Half-A-Mil
[Malcolm X:]
See, you've been so far away from this, if your husband sits, reads or studies, he could be reading beside you studying something serious, you think he's ignoring you, but if he puts down his book, and both of you watching TV together, that's make you happy doesn't it? [Dom Kennedy:] Come fuck with a nigga that's bout' some When I say nigga that's, the Makaveli version Keep new Pirelli swerving And I've been doing this too long, to never have a house in my government name Nice frame baby, oh so inspiring My life is getting too out I'm coming down in 61', 62's, 56', what is this From down Florence Ave to Desoto When I was quarterback I wore ocho Might never wear it twice in a photo When you that great you don't see a need to showboat Rest In Peace Kid Cali Oso Rap took me places that a GED don't Live from Webster Hall in the APC coat Me and Big Mike in the party, blowing smoke In 2006 he had to keep that thing close I had a big bottle of Goose and a fresh fitted Now start the Porsche up for me baby, let's get it I'm too faded to drive home, so you on But don't leave me here alone In need of your company, so come stunt with me Moët on Moët, I ain't studderin' To tell the truth, money ain't nothing but a thing Get her moist until she's puddling Ended up cuddling Fat Burger on deck with the onion rings When we hit the 50 yard line, we gon' run a screen Whoever in the way getting washed up This for my white girls shop at Cost Plus And my black girls that done lost touch With that inner Betty Shabazz Out here streaming that trash Should be playing some Jazz Shit, just imagine Me and Thelonius' Mac on Pro Tools X But you already knows who's next That boy HB finna bless you Keep sleeping on me, nigga rest up [Hit Boy:] I'm who they believe to be the kingpin Depending on how good that thing is I might take her on a trip to Kingston Every year we making history Exit the 110, imperial fishery Run me the combo with the shrimp Nothing like these niggas, you can see it my lips You wanna leave a man for me, I can see it in her lips Realer than you favorite rapper, you can see that in my pics In my 76' blasting oldies On the way to scoop the homies Fucking up, open the ceremony Get you that blue and yellow, Pasadena Ponies High off life, pop a xil Free my nigga Chilly Chill Fronto Leaf in my ashtray Half-A-Mil click, slick like a finger wave And I'm young MJ with the finger tape, yeah, yeah Smooth criminal, fuck you and your subliminals Really it ain't no stopping me They want X's over my happy faces Vintage Davanti, 'cause I make the hardest beats And a whole lotta cheese, damn Yeah, we went from rags to riches 6'4 rags with switches 2 and 3 bags for my bitches [?] hits sacks, no clearance Sample of the pussy, get the clearance Diamonds look like water, they the clearest Drippin' on them everywhere I walk It ain't about cash I can't take the call 87 on my jersey, like we playing ball OG double on my line, he gone play it off And I'm like my main down Like I'm Price T The Pimp But for now just order more ice to the VIP Probably pull of in the icey whips Valet tenant that's what I do for a living Not much I just get it how I live [Dom Kennedy:] Got my first name tatted on the ribs, well goddamn Keep on turning me and you gone see astronomy Our cars ain't economy, so them raps ain't harming me We heaven sent to replace those lies With some real niggas quotes to you, 8 times 5 I be airing out beats Oh you niggas can't speak Hit-Boy make the beats I make sure we gone eat Brown table at Katana's, 8 deep Shit is getting to good, I can't sleep No occasion, we just want to eat amazing I might bring the Cristal with me on stage, shit Just to post up You could probably smell Givenchy in the close up [Outro:] Half-A-Mil... |
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