| Professionals Entertainment, and Roc-4Roc you bitch
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| What up H-A-Dub, y’all be on the look out for that S.U.C. |
| album
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| The Take Over, dropping this summer
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| We ain’t playing no games, with you niggas
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| 2005 to 2010, we running this shit
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| It’s the Southern region governot, infiltrating every block
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| Soft hard rock for rock, a force in this hip-hop
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| Destination is the top, everything I spit is hot
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| Every chick I hit is hot, everything you want I got
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| I’m calling motherfuckers out, that’s just the bottom line
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| Vocab and punch lines, blowing motherfuckers minds
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| I’m real bout my grind, I’m real with my rhyme
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| I’m real bout everythang, a real nigga gon shine
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| My life’s in the Lord’s hand, and I fear no man
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| I grind and stay praying, in Jesus name amen
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| H.A.W.K. |
| is the nickname, the flow is sick mayn
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| Real lunatic mayn, a hot boy like Lil' Wayne
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| Spit flames and give game, and don’t mix with no name
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| No shame in my game, jump fly I take aim
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| Bang-bang I shot you down, don’t fuck around with H-Town
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| Coming soon to your town, and shut that motherfucker down |
| 50/50, ay…
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| News travel fast, but the Jag travel quicker
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| See me I make the news, if I had a little liquor
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| If I pop my trunk, not your average lil' kickers
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| Six 18's, on three amps when it lift up
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| You do Lamborghinis, so I got a plan blood
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| On my whip, the back two slide like van doors
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| Pop more tops, than Budweiser and Coors
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| Set up shop in your spot, make more than a landlord
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| Confident am I, keep it confidential
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| Try to jack cause you lack, I confront your dentures
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| I get money by the mile, you a bunch of inches
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| They like eachother, if I’m amongst a bunch of bitches
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| Number 1 Stunner on my arm, I use to hustle to Baby
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| You take do' you made, from your hustle to ladies
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| I’m so sure, you the type that lucked up and made it
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| 70's was pretty raw, but it can’t fuck with the 80's
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| Say we 80's babies, are so damn belligerent
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| Movies like Colors, and Scarface is stealing them
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| Two chains I’m stealing them, house that I’m stealing him
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| And leave his bitch ass with fifty cent, like Eminem
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| Another hit, up out the motherfucking gutter |
| This the one you bang in your trunk, when you glide on cutters
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| Females collide with the rubbers, slab slide like butter
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| Just witness none other, than the bonified hustler
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| Diamonds against the wood, got em blind from the luster
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| Dime broads from every background, when I fuck her
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| A mack in my own right, put it down from the Bucker
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| Leave a block with the work, push it down to you cluckers
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| If you ain’t making no ends on the grind, you’s a sucker
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| I’m making my soul glow, with all the shine I could muster
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| A 45 tucker, nine mili' make em suffer
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| For niggas that’s out of line, you’s a fool out of luck’a
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| Pull the tool out the tucker, ain’t no jive ass shucker
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| Turn a stand-up dude, to a hit the ground ducker
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| If you ain’t knowing by now, then I be the introducter
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| It’s agent W-K, Ankaman and 50 fucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Southern Elites, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп