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Z2
redboy & fumiharo
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You don't be on the scene
You don't be on the scene
You don't be
You don't be on the scene
You don't be on the scene
Yea, aight, look, yeah
You don't be on the scene
You don't be flippin' like me
You don't be rappin' like me
I be catchin' these z's
You gon' be catchin' these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep
He puzzled and lost in the seams
Seems, like I got bigger ideas
We tussle I chop, the turbulence on this truck
The pressure be hurtin' my ears
Turbulence, curbin' the burdens, I'm cuttin' off uh
Corners I'm up in suburbans bitch
I'm takin' her home I wan' see if the curtains are matchin' the drapes
Bitch I go peel at yo grape
Lil' bitch I just said that we great, cap, huh
Cappin' these blasters like water bottles
Cabbage I'm smokin' on a fat, out state,
Calabasas model with a fatty wanna feed me some grapes
I'm the antagonist ticky tacky houses break
Smack the cameras out my face
You don't be on the scene
You don't be flippin' like me
You don't be rappin' like me
I be catchin' these z's
You gon' be catchin' these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep
The arm a rack, the money attached
The money I'm talkin' is something you lack
I got some pants, the denim is muddy
He come with a buddy I come with the mac
What did you say to me I'm off the yak, uh
Shorty look good from the back, uh
I make the money and music they wanna
So when the year end imma laugh
My apologies, 30 bottles deep
He ain't on the scene so tell that bitch don't talk me
True Religion pants, uh oh, I throw it back
And that shit be movin' fast, lil' baby I got some ass
Okay my bitch said you a bitch (she did)
Tell 'em I'm down to get lit (damn)
I'm really makin' a fool of these pussies
They talk all that shit and then quit
I wanna thank god, for makin' this bitch fall off
Countin' the shit they lost
All them residuals makin' me hard
Okay money talk, money talk, we do a lot of that
Dion told me fuck these bitches up
I told him we too bad
Pop out and son on em layin' em flat, uh
I told that bitch to relax, uh
Choppin it choppin' this shit up
They say that they better we'll see about that
You don't be on the scene
You don't be flippin' like me
You don't be rappin' like me
I be catchin' these z's
You gon' be catchin' these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep
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