| Yo it should be a crime
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| The way I murder these rhymes
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| I flip Hanukkah lines
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| Cause I’m done lit this mic up over 7 times
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| I shine
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| I glitter
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| Niggas is pussy like cat litter
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| Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking nigga
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| Bring a ruckas and I’ll start shitting on you motherfuckers
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| Cause the raps I give
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| They running through your ass like a laxative Huh
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| I could get drastic
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| Like Rupaul swing that dry dick
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| I get aggy when I hit
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| I get you boombastic
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| Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit
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| Original incredible lyrical hook for years
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| But y’all wasn’t trying to hear
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| Like you hear them through (?) ears
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| I kick it loud and clear
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| Make you whisper like those motherfucking temptations is out
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| Hey yea
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| I end careers
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| By the pier like pliers
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| This mic get iced once I cream niggas like Breyers
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| Paper weight fires
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| Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires
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| But I will make your whole entire empire retire
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| Once I’m dressed in army atire
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| All you hear is repeated gun fire
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| Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers
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| (Akinyele) Hook
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| We came to fuck you right on up (3x)
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| So if you want to
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| Get up (8x)
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| (Gun Cocking Sound)
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| I’ll bust you down
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| We came to fuck you right on up (2x)
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| (Akinyele)
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| Even on a blind date
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| You couldn’t get with me
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| I’ll put these hot ass tecs on your neck
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| And give you permanent hickies
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| Leave you in lakes like Ricky
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| Think that I was distributing whisky
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| The way niggas be riding on me tipsy
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| The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines
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| Like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper
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| It don’t get no better than this
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| I got that medicine
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| For rock veterans
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| I’m bad to the bone like skeletons
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| Or some dracula shit
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| Biting mics turning niggas into vampires
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| Cause they can’t get no light huh
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| Kid can’t you tell
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| That it’s the Aki-NYELE
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| I be holding this shit down like a bucket ina well
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| Jammed like hell
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| And plus I rock your dome without stones
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| The black stallion
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| Pack the certified chrome to make you think I’m Italian
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| From the way that I roam
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| I drunk and stuck the microphones like BOOOO
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| Niggas think it’s dial tones
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| And start looking for Miss Jones
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| You clones
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| Are soft like foam
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| I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone
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| Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
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| When n n n n n
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| What the hell you think it’s the AK
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| You be like huh what
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| Like I’m yelling it’s my beat huh what
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| Nigga don’t sleep
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| (Akinyele) Hook
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| We came to fuck you right on up (3x)
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| So if you want to
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| Get up (8x)
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| (Gun Cocking Sound)
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| I’ll bust you down
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| We came to fuck you right on up (2x)
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| (Women)
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| We came to fuck you up (12x)
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| (Akinyele) Hook
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| We came to fuck you right on up (3x)
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| So if you want to
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| Get up (8x)
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| (Gun Cocking Sound)
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| I’ll bust you down
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| We came to fuck you right on up (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Up , by - Akinyele. Song from the album Aktapuss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп