Oh man,oh boy!1990 plus
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Luchini coming from the sky
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You can't quit,boy
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We pop the corps in a '
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Boy,boy,boy,go
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I'm wanted for spitting but it ain't about me
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Now it's all about the presentation and the timing
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Low quality,media,video
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And in a main presence,mainstream '
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Welcome to the rap game,now you're on the radio
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DJ spinning the record,you hate it though
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DJ spinning your record,but they wouldn't recognize it
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Had a month ago ,just started praying a day ago
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'Niggaz ain't addicted but I feel like they're trying to block me
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Stop me from getting to the 'go'
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Try to stop me from reaching to the 'go'
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Me and my Dalli girl,we'when it's cold
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She leaves on her way but she's sitting on her toes
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Caught on the camp floor
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Caught on the dance floor
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You can't sleep with it until '
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Father like grando,I feel like shit
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You should fly the bando
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A lot of niggaz say
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They started it real low
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' up town ,showing my city real low
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Fucking my apartment, that's my fan,wow
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We're putting the problem
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From the hand to the bran,though
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And I'm the motherfucking leader
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If you swallow them fucking haters
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I will drip your fucking leaders
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I ain't fucking with you
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But you ain't fucking with me either
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Both niggaz are rappers
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You are some kind of motherfucking divas
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Getting on my security I still got on my features
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Still shining,still walking with that walk
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And I ain't even got a date yet
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Cuple of niggaz might have passed me
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But they didn't say anything
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And that's a promise motherfucking nigga
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Ima make it right
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Luchini coming from the sky
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You can't quit,boy
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We pop the corps in a '
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Boy,boy,boy,go
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Luchini
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| Jae Millz |
