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Jersey King
Pozer
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Tthatsnasty
It's Kosfinger baby
Bah, bah, eugh
I made racks, no I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5 foot 5 make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
Forget but I will not forgive
If I cite one of them I'ma take this strip
I rap but no it don't mean that I slip
I bop with a limp like a old school pimp
My marj told me I can be anything that I want in life
But don't be a wimp
T-Two cramped in a snub nose like twins
South side of the waters where it begins
Pray to Allah and repent my sins
In 22 years I've done some things
If I said it, I did it, I mean it or if not seen it
Why would I get up and fib?
Rap, trap, getting it how I live
For the love of the bag I'll take those risks
Before rap I was taking trips
Free my walalos out of the bin
I made racks, no I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5 foot 5 make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
Ya high as a kite if ya think I leave my house
For an eighth and a ten pound drink
They brought back kicks like Rob Van Dam
The hairpin trigger made shoulders fling
Feds stop man on my way to a shoot
Only God knows how they ain't find anything
I used to hit shots from Wally to Croy
See a smile on my face when ma Nokia ring
If they kick this door I'll hide everything
If my pride gets dent I'll bind everything
I used to stand in the rain on my own
I'm tryna get used to the finer things
Cuban links and diamond rings
Uptown for a fling so I bought my fing
I rap now I pull strings, violin
All I need is a bag in this life of sin
I made racks, no I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5 foot 5 make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
I made racks, no I won't look back
And I call shots just like Montana
We pull stunts like Evel Knievel
You can't touch this like MC Hammer
Bros on tags still roll with the bammers
I flag where I'm from like football banners
5 foot 5 make ya lock this scrammer
Sweet one, but she ain't got no manners
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