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Lurking Class

Bundy Santana
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Where the hoes at? Where the souls at? Bitch its ghost man but you already know that Wind in my dreads rocking pashmina flowing back Pop out with brodie hoe we moving like we Smoke & Stack We was broke and bad Bitch it ain't no joke in that Switchblade was the preference over toting straps We off the grid and on yo ass nigga stay low Disappear into the gangways and train smoke Ain't no Burkin bags All we got is dirt & trash Fuck Armani me and bro was rocking Lurking Class I took the music put my spirit and hurt in that You know you fucked up for the future if you grew up with a certain past Heard it's that Nigga who came in to tussle? I sent the lo don't be surprised if I came with a shovel Bitch I been chasing my passion it became a hustle Off the muscle I cut my teeth on the daily struggle I see death on the corner and I laugh in his face Better tell his ass slide with a mask and no trace Bitch i came from the rift i got ash on my lace They like "Bundy moving quiet he got wrath in his gaze" Heard you was doing all that flexing and fumbled the plate We used to starve now we hunger for shrimp with the steak I still got homies in the city who sleep with a drake And i still got some niggas who tweak off a eighth Wait Where the hoes at? Where the souls at? Bitch its ghost man but you already know that Wind in my dreads rocking pashmina flowing back Pop out with brodie hoe we moving like we Smoke & Stack We was broke and bad Bitch it ain't no joke in that Switchblade was the preference over toting straps We off the grid and on yo ass nigga stay low Disappear into the gangways and train smoke What you said nigga? Oh yeah you pussy Keep it quiet I see red nigga I'll beat yo ass I catch you talking to them feds nigga B-U-N-D-Y I be that guy but everybody still address me as that dead nigga Yeah nigga Hoe I been that phantom in a skinbag Bitch ass niggas aspire to be They copy flows and bite the style They try to be me Can't even hide it I'm inside of they mind living free I used to ride in a Jeep Now I'm that guy in the streets Don't compare me to these rap niggas we lions and sheep I'm prepared to blow a stack nigga Who riding with me? So bring the bros and bring the bitches fire up the weed Yee Where the hoes at? Where the souls at? Bitch its ghost man but you already know that Wind in my dreads rocking pashmina flowing back Pop out with brodie hoe we moving like we Smoke & Stack We was broke and bad Bitch it ain't no joke in that Switchblade was the preference over toting straps We off the grid and on yo ass nigga stay low Disappear into the gangways and train smoke