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| I am Magnolia official, I played the Ave for years
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| They talkin' 'bout me like when Shaq went to the Cavaliers
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| I keep the semi wit me, just call me prince of keys
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| Sellin' tobacco and ain’t none of my is nicotine
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| A dog gettin' it, how much can a gorilla make?
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| I’m tryna chill, don’t wanna have to put on ma killa face
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| I get whatever I wanna, boy, I don’t wish it would
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| When I come out, look out, I be sharper then a stick of wood
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| I wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed
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| I cut somebody like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese
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| I lay somebody down, I probably have to do or die
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| Won’t nothin' change, I’ma stay gutter like a sewer line
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| Yup, it’s manure time, business is picking up
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| When find out I’m the man, they probably give it up
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| No, I ain’t new to this money thing, boy, I been a fool
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| You tryin' to chill, I’ma blow up this just like a inner tube
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| I gotta get it so people, get on yo' day jobs
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| Ain’t nothin' crowded but the jail houses and graveyards
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| I’m on the corner in the ghetto like a pay-phone
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| I call my baby, like, «Daddy be on the way home»
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| Talk to you later, it’s easy to get ya cell tapped
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| And I got powder like a factory full of gel caps
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| I’m ballin' in the game, boy, I need a pair or two
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| I’m walkin' on 'em in my slippers like a pair of Lugz
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| I’m not gone ever lead the way, that’s what the preacher said
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| Like I’ma be on the corner at Morgan Freeman age
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| I’m in the streets making connections in them restaurants
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| I’m eatin' tacos and fajitas with the Mexicans
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| Well, I define the definition of what livin' is
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| And anyway you see me out, it’s what thanksgiving is
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| You’all some counterfeit papas, I am a real daddy
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| Shoot up the world, I tell it would keep the kids happy
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| I gotta get it, boy, you beefin' over petty change
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| I’m ready, man, I got my fingers in on e’rythang
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| I’m on 'em Dana Danes, puffin' on that
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| Look, I’ma leader, it’s one of us up in every game
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| And yeah, I’m fly cause I always got that eagle on me
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| I pop a watch how quick he call the people on me
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| This is an act and not in it to receive a Tony
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| I’m over here with all the cheese and I don’t see baloney
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| Give a, what? |
| I be talking mad to 'em
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| They say I’m dodo like a kindergarten’s bathroom
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| I’m in a yellow Chevy thang with the doors up
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| I’m smokin', the ashes burnin' my clothes up
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| See them canaries in the grill? |
| Yup, I talk major
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| Look at the light, it’s like a Saturday night in Las Vegas
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| Yup, I’ma boss playa cause I say I is
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| I chase this money 24 hours everyday out here
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Get It , by - JT The Bigga Figga. Song from the album We Make Starz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп