| Quincy Tellem
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| Man can never doubt no verse I done
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| Are you fuckin' dumb?
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| Had man on the pavement curl up, slumped
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| Come like he’s fuckin' drunk
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| Money gets made and spun
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| Same way clips get filled and dumped
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| I went up cunch
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| Way before I spent a couple bills on lunch
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| The money just keeps on comin'
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| But I still ain’t eatin' good
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| The feds keep takin' away my bros
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| I’m really not feelin' good
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| I think I know why dude don’t like man
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| Cah his girfriend receivin' hood
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| Run man down 'til I crease my bugs
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| I’m a young boss tryna make my people’s good
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| Bad boys in the Lambeth borough
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| We don’t know nuttin' 'bout 'sorry'
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| From young I was buyin' it straight
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| We didn’t know much about conny
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| We do, they copy
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| But the difference, we do that properly
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| At the top, nobody can stop me
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| And she’s givin' out ten-ten sloppy
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| She like the way that I swag
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| She like the sound of my voice
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| They say that they’re drillin' on us
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| Them niggas ain’t got no points
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| Now I got her archin' her back, tryna fling it
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| Now we fling it on them other boys
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| She said that I’m with it, no cap
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| Cah I’m different from them other boys
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| She like the way that I swag
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| She like the sound of my voice
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| They say that they’re drillin' on us
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| Them niggas ain’t got no points
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| Now I got her archin' her back, tryna fling it
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| Now we fling it on them other boys
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| She said that I’m with it, no cap
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| Cah I’m different from them other boys
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| No cap when I’m rappin'
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| Get a man down, no chattin'
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| Come through wherever I am
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| Why you think I do so much Snappin'?
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| Money, I’m mashin'
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| That’s why money I’m stackin'
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| Bro’s in the wok house smashin', whack him
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| G grips on crackin'
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| They say unlocked this rap ting
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| I’m like a iPhone and Samsung
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| I done up his bro, no rampin'
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| The only thing he had was a tantrum
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| The beef was real intense, no campin', campin'
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| Shavers out tryna stab him
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| Or lean out the ride tryna blam him
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| Got bagged for the mad ting
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| Buss that case, what a sad ting
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| Now I’m out here tryna make things happen, happen
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| I’m young and fly like Aladdin
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| I told mumzy 'everyting patterned'
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| Then it happened
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| Now it’s back to the same old pattern
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| The money just keeps on comin'
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| But I still ain’t eatin' good
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| The feds keep takin' away my bros
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| I’m really not feelin' good
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| I think I know why dude don’t like man
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| Cah his girfriend receivin' hood
|
| Run man down 'til I crease my bugs
|
| I’m a young boss tryna make my people’s good
|
| Bad boys in the Lambeth borough
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| We don’t know nuttin' 'bout 'sorry'
|
| From young I was buyin' it straight
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| We didn’t know much about conny
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| We do, they copy
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| But the difference, we do that properly
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| Out on top, nobody can stop me
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| And she’s givin' out ten-ten sloppy
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| She like the way that I swag
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| She like the sound of my voice
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| They say that they’re drillin' on us
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| Them niggas ain’t got no points
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| Now I got her archin' her back, tryna fling it
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| Now we fling it on them other boys
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| She said that I’m with it, no cap
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| Cah I’m different from them other boys
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| She like the way that I swag
|
| She like the sound of my voice
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| They say that they’re drillin' on us
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| Them niggas ain’t got no points
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| Now I got her archin' her back, tryna fling it
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| Now we fling it on them other boys
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| She said that I’m with it, no cap
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| Cah I’m different from them other boys
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| I want you to get this fuck where he breathes!
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| I want you to find this nancy-boy Eliot Ness
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| I want him dead! |
| I want his family dead!
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| I want his house burned to the ground!
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| I wanna go there in the middle of the night and I wanna piss on his ashes! |