| Classic material my mojos back
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| Im loco no sunoco the flow show dat
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| The hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat
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| Fly photos no polo i throw those back
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| Hung up my scuffed soldier boots I holds no gat
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| Gotta crew of lil homies for that. |
| where the love at?
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| Still standin i ain’t strung on crack
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| Still handle it like Pun on tracks
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| So check me out ya’ll
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| Street of philly was born willy arms is chilly
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| Neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly
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| Adore for really, war like the lord Achilles
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| Im too illy, worth more than half a billi
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| So please feel my im direct effect
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| And since a kid at fresh fest I’ve been fresh til death
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| You know what it is. |
| ayo Fresh come on man, it’s how we do it.
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| let’s resurrect the hood ya heard?
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| The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven
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| Pimp game’s still cellular, but rap I’m eatin'
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| Used to pitch packs in streets
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| Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe
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| Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef
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| Bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin the beats
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| Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats
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| Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?
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| Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx
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| Hoes trash they bore me the kid barely blinks
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| Ma we can take it to another life level
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| Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel
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| I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow
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| But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow
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| I holla at you neccessary when it’s nice hello
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| It’s Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level
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| Ayo A talk to these niggas. |
| you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.
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| stackin chips niggas. |
| and official hood figures
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| Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm’s
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| Ya’ll shoulda cock blocked me then
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| Now a dime later haters try n box me in
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| But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim back spin whip wop fake cock it again
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| It’s understood I’m the hood Hitchcock with a grin
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| Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors
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| Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw
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| Flip packs of raw, slick black valor
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| Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours
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| Pull up at the summer league games Ashton Mar’s
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| Hopped out the whip prada shit straps and all
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| The crack game is back so its fresh to ball
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| 330 hard top cherry red bar watch
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| I handle pop niggas CL split top
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| So listen up to whos runnin the game
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| You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain
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| Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you’re brain
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| And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health
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| Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs
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| M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts
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| Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help
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| Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up
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| The shit ash color mack in the black truck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Me , by - AZ. Song from the album The Format, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп