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Get Throwed
Lupe Fiasco, Killa Kyleon & Twista
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Rest in peace, Pimp
Ya dig?
Bun what up? Rap-A-Lot, my name
L-U-P that trill nigga, lean on me like Bill Withers
I'm a shark fin, you a seal flipper
No liquor, no weed, no pills nigga
Still I feel I still illa, cat burglar with the skills nigga
No codeine, old lean, still ODing on a cold D, I still wit'cha
Feel like a film, you a still picture
No movement, I'm a movie screen
On syrup, no sir, did it all sober, like Gucci Mane
From showing off I do refrain, but in them V12s I do be stayin'
On the low, yes I do remain
But I can pull out more autos than two T-Pains
Two Kanyes, two Lil Waynes, five good watches, three good chains
Please don't think that it's coochie mayne
My heart runnin' cold like choo-choo trains
Trae The Truth and Bun B, them my kinfolk
All my friends fuck a fan from the intro
Been dope since a dog in a trench coat
Now you gotta try and keep them off of this flow
Like I just swept, and I just mopped
And it's still wet, so you bet' not
I'm a MacBook, I go anywhere, and you can't though, you a desktop
So, I know exactly where to find y'all
You can find me too, all you gotta do
Is follow all the footprints that I left in your Pine-Sol, Lupe
Good weed, good drank, big money mane
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, no leather, grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get
Blowed, blowed, blowed
Leanin' to the left, keep a deuce in my Minute Maid
Time money what I just counted, count how many made
All I do is ball like the 'stros off in Minne, Maine
So I rock diamonds like the field, that's many made
Renegade, Em and Jay, real nigga anyway
So I'm gettin' money homeboy, that's plenty made
I got racks on racks, that's stacks on stacks
While you broke ass niggas lookin' sad gettin' penny paid
I be wrappin' these square ass niggas like burritos
So I see chips, y'all niggas see Cheetos
Ben Franks on me plus Jackson like Tito
Them other niggas fly but they ain't fly as me though
Got wings, hot wings, Superman, with my cape and
I don't like phones, goddamn I know they hate that
I'm a Bad Boy so my pockets lookin' puffy
Like Daddy Dilla and Lil' nigga you can take that
I Rap-A-Lot like Jay and his son named Jaz
I make good music like Kanye jazz
So I'm takin' off like a runway fast
In that new model, that's runway cash
SS Chevy, sittin' on fo's
I got a stomach ache, I'm shittin' on hoes
Four of my twenties still pourin' that shit up
Iron Man chest, chain got my shit lit up
Good weed, good drank, big money mane
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, no leather, grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get
Blowed, blowed, blowed
Good weed, good drank, big money mane
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, no leather, grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get
Blowed, blowed, blowed
I got a million flows in my arsenal
Take a listen as I spit at you a bar or two
I can come with somethin' simple when I'm on instrumentals
Or I can come with a lyrical rhythm I know it be hard to do
So intricate when I rock out, can make you catch a cock eye
Make a listener say, "Where that nigga goin'?"
If they don't get into it or pick up what I'm sayin'
They gon' say fuck it and say, "Damn that nigga flowin'"
Flow with this other kid, comin' with the predicate
They feelin' me, I'm a human encyclopedia
Keep it low key instead of actin' like a clown
In front of the public, simply cause I don't like the media
But I come with the piff, and the heat
And the shit, and crack
My flow arsenic, methamphetamines, cocaine, anthrax
Good weed, good drank, big money mane
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, no leather, grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get
Blowed, blowed, blowed
Good weed, good drank, big money mane
Rollin' in somethin' foreign, no leather, grippin' grain
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get
Blowed, blowed, blowed
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