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Howard Beach, JFK, this is the express train Keep all your belongings by your side and enjoy the ride Ride it like that Composure is hooked When she be posing the tush Turn around exposing the bush Motherfucker, he rollin' in kush So much loud I'm ballin' with a Busch Three strikes deep, bonin' like I'm Butch No three stripes whole gang on swoosh Swoosh, home bound out the fuckin booth Tone it down for the youth Bone it down from the caboose, oof I'm feelin' fuckin' loose truth, no truce To any goof tryna stop me I'm on pursuit to the fucking loot Coupes, I ain't got no license Long as I got a roof, a little dough inside it Something to roll inside that with some dope inside that Man, let me roll my dope, don't get me fucking side tracked She read my horoscope, look like I'm on the right path Yeah it might be bullshit, but it might be tight facts Anywhere I pull up, yeah I'm tryna write raps 'Cause the mix gotta keep cooking when you got it like that From Letras Mania