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As I was crippled seeing this Flow for days up in the boof No wonder why I miss it If the jug and I Flip words I'm the genie in the bottle Strictly in provision I'm the nigger who would do it for For the fain for the layout I'm the one The bud burning slowly as I dominate the light head As they flow so impeccable I did you right that Four cabs so heavy Hosting as they asking Is they really ready Deviate and raise yourself Put your place people killing rap Doubt that you got what it takes Fuck it I rap a lot Say too much for you seeking residual Every individual critical Then I get this shit Spread it to the masses Everyone to hit it she gonna blame that it's a classic nigger Predictable Rhythm what he in it for Letras de cancionesFeeling with the word DJ what you spinning for Wavy kinda chilling though Kill'em got them rhythm though Never wait to spit it slow Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun Yeah Hold up, prolly out of your frequency range Trying to reach the masses with your musical change Chillin cause I'm cruising my laying swerving You ain't gotta spit it causer I rise for certain Rid then I'm flowing to the vibe In the bong about to take a rip Shit, I'm trying to kill it when I scribble flows People say I'm waiting on my album so I'm pretty stove On your speakers with the greatest of sounds I never settle for the beats and raps I gotta kill it Nigger show the fuck it makes the stone feel it I party shit time is now all I got left Saying little nigger J bow making rhymes and Is doing it at the time now Predictable Rhythm what he in it for Feeling with the word DJ what you spinning for Wavy kinda chilling though Kill'em got them rhythm though Never wait to spit it slow Down to the minimum, wonder who I get it from Lost a couple friends but trust me I'd be there from I remember when this shit was strictly for the fun Yeah From Letras Mania