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[Featuring Ish]
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Ish:
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Don't give me your swing
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I got mines and that's the thing
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
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Geechie:
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Don't give me your swing
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I got mine and that's the thing
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring
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Verse One: Geechie Suede
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Now for the grab the stash(?)
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To the alley Varner(?) any splash
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Tryin not to crash
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Swervin got the la la on the dash
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Getting bent up in the armored truck
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stuck him for his glam
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shit is candy yams
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Now we movin on the ancient mans(?)
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They using psycho vision
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For the Valentino Gorabani(?)
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Fuck Armani Butter
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We above these climbs
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Hiest the harbours
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Word to godfathers getting bleed
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Chasing on (?) down to Venice
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Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
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Thats how it was cus
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Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
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Its all gun and poses
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on a bed of roses gettin shugged
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wrap him in a rug
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leave him on the roof till he stink
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Hit the pool-hall
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Fled the calico and watch him blink
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Movin on Picaso
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Painting my portraits and condos
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Cuz when the Lo blows
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Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)
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Ish:
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Don't give me your swing
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I got mines and that's the thing
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
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Geechie:
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Don't give me your swing
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I got mine and that's the thing
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Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
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Verse Two: Ish
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(check this)
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I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers
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Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying
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I play my cards shark style, kings and aces
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Welcome to New York the illest of all places
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I never bleed even through this plaza of greed
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You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world
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Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)
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I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl
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The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science
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We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style
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The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile
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My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish
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Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish
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Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame
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your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow
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you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer
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My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter
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Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter
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Them clown kids you dealt never belt
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I came around swift and got felt
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That champagne brand name style got melt
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My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
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thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)
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Yo yo, Dont give me your swing
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I got mines and thats the thing
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Its not your swing
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Its mines and thats the thing
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So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
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All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
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swing
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camp lo |