| Yo, yo, Hip-Hop's a jungle
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| Uh, lost in his time
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| I’m just tryna get it like a boss in his prime
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| These fake niggas sumblime, light for fine sights
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| Wishing we’ll fortune but the price ain’t quite right
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| The slice ain’t quite ripe
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| Still pulling strings how I fly but I don’t like kites
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| How they gon' treat Brooklyn’s finest not as fine as diamonds?
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| And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands
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| Now we getting icing, finances nice
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| And I don’t like surprises, I like superb prices rising
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| It’s the least I could do, these verses priceless
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| Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent)
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| Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids
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| We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing
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| So don’t push me, Uh, I’m close to the pussy, even
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| Closer to the know-ledge dropped out of college
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| In advance hit the ground running like its ants in my pants
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| Honey, pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy
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| Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it’s an issue
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| She like «This you on the cover for real? |
| Ah you so official.»
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| Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you
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| I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally
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| Worldwide and physically
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| I’m saying I used to take walks around Little Italy
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| Now I roam 'round Sicily
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| And I’m plotting on a mili
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| Hmmm another loud pack another proud cat
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| Hey pound that, Hip-Hop sounds been profound back
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| Slow down that, metronome nigga
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| Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter
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| Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology
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| I can subtract one with the gun that’s true trigonometry
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| But that won’t coincide with the true nigga that I’m a be He’s royal poverty I kicks philosophies
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| Not because I rock Soccer tees
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| I ain’t gon' beg but I can please
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| Rock ya socks and sockets out your knees
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| Fulfill your needs with similes non similar
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| Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia
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| If ya love Hip Hop, ladies rub your papillas
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| Fellas beat they chest like they Silverback Gorillas
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| It’s the new age, children of the crystal healers
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| Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars
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| After years of constructing they start assumptions
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| So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings
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| But fuck that nigga we munching, we hungry
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| Swanking x 3
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| I see you Jigga!
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| Hilary Swanking |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hilary Swank, artist - Lee Bannon. Album song Joey Bada$$ / Pro Era Instrumentals, in the genre Электроника