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Imagine seeing a well educated black man In a white man's all white suit, Tom Ford that is D.C. Where that go-go at? Please join with me brothers and sisters In extending a warm washington d.c. vibration Very happy to be here (goons in the motherfucking sky) Drop! My percussion a loud level, yeah That of which a lot of niggas cannot handle, yeah Who got this year popping? Shawty the Kerry Washington for so long They probably cried scandal, Woo St. Laurent that's just to make it rhyme, yeah Richie Paul my number eight Lebron, yeah All this balmain I have yet to wear Fuck your whole label these songs make me a label whore Still got bitches in Landover nigga Coming quicker than Sharapova hittin Uh to my peers that fear no contenders See the flow equipped me no coat in the coldest winter Look centerfolds give up their photos to me Uh from the Vogue say to a nigga living Letras de cancionesMoon shoe, who influence nuances they forgetting? Man I kick the flow, hit their hole like a returning kicker, nigga Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey Night time man the moon show up Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey Night time man the moon show up Ay look the percussion a loud level That of which a lot of niggas cannot get to I'll never be a groupie but we're talking who's who In this zoo I see a lot of cat food Rats delegating with pigs I've been relevant seven years boy this a career, Facts Ralph, what do we have here Couple of fruits with no juice, they never goin' peel Through the struggle but never moved an onion, yeah Manage sweaters I maneuver through weather Ugh, though a few said I was too suburban Knew I'm fin to pop when you move that bubble on em regardless Boy, I'm just getting money you just getting older Yeah, It's my time synchronize your rollie It'll be, ill advised to fight try to fight the homie When I own the ring, all the titles, and the fucking promotion Woo, De La Hoya baby my face golden, Hold up At the Hoya game with a straight roller, Hold up You know we fussing a lot, all of em see you say you got Lets see what happens by the end of Soma That's a muscle relaxer, and I shouldn't have to say it But they dumb to me out here It's fun to be out here, we humble we not them How can you run your city with such fumbling problems Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey "Ay moe this ain't even motherfuckin' on the Mixtape though this..." Night time man the moon show up "You know I had to let one go" From Letras Mania