| Stuntin' on these niggas every one of them
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| Ralph Folarin via untouchable double M
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| Genius, no bleachers, floor seat us
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| Dope thoughts, stack guap, every four Adidas
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| Twelve lines that can melt minds when it’s hail time
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| That’s why these bitches goin' down boy, I should sell slides
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| Lil sly fly nigga, my nigga
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| And this rap shit a circus I only ride for my niggas
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| And I know I use the n-word too much, and the b-word too much
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| I know I seem like I’m lunchin' but let me see
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| I make a dam by taking beavers to lunch
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| Suck your teeth all you want boy, your jawn on my jawn
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| Every nigga with commercial success is getting closer to helping mama go
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| further from them
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| What’s the purpose of working if you ain’t touchin' the kids
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| What’s the purpose of respect if both your mamas in debt
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| Dreamed of video vixens, verses on Drama cassettes
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| Now these ganstas is grillin', although they gotta respect
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| Good in all regions, the strippers say I’m deep cuz I tip 'em
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| I’m talkin' G shit, and a nigga on repeatin' the trap
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| Shoutout to NO, on the for real though
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| The ho tellin', card 'em like incidentals
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| And I ain’t even playin', this game is so mental
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| You keep talkin' 'bout potential, your career’s an intro
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| An outro will keep his mouth closed
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| Just that flow he throw around be sellin' out shows
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| Life crazy, couple statements can buy you Mercedes
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| Quit your hatin' now baby that ain’t how God made ya
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| Yeah I get it, want the best for my niggas
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| Few chains, more whips nigga, dominatrix
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| I said that before, but I’m more relevant now than when I said that before
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| When I left Interscope, a lot said I’d be broke
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| Allah knew I’d be good, so now I’m blessin' the folks
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| Try to stunt on my haters, give these young niggas hope
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| And with this drive I will traffic intellectual dope, you know
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| Aight, keep it goin', keep it goin' fuck it
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| Cause I’m the best with these quotes, don’t be respectin' these hoes
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| She in the books, I’m in her head, that’s no telepathy though
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| Can’t stand it, nigga’s famous, they can’t mess with me though
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| They need to let that boy cook, I got that recipe, hold up
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| Who not respectin' me, confront me when correctin' me ho
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| You pull a string mattress oh, I make a symphony with foam
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| Orchestrate how I do it, off the top we official
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| Not a opera at all, but I’m in a Phantom with bitches |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fa We We Freestyle , by - Wale. Song from the album Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп