U Got Talent
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-Andre Nickatina
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My shirley temples bang like a banger
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i like it when my new suits hang off the hanger
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its like its clear as crystal
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and referee official
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the homie said he like the sound of hearin bullets whistle
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i drive a automatic
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i spit it like a addict
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im tell baby girl with the curls she got talent
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im somethin like a candle dealin with the wax
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just me and you baby girl rollin in the lac
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would ya holla backk
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-Equipto
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with g stacks baby bubble of 50
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this dedicated to those who hustlin with me
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shit i came clean to get back to the basics
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from frisco the fastest track in the nation
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you can hate on the store im taken it for
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this aint hustle and flow i dont wait in the car ( hell no )
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im no chaufferr yes mam no sir
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so sure i could put her down right on your turf
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-Andre Nickatina
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the g's come in threes like piano keys
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if your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees
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and banana trees and fly canapees
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and ladys that be lookin like theyre vanity
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man the cotton candy flow through my soul
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man baby said she liked my style she'll never let it go
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im Jack Clark candle sticks parked in a skylark
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tennis shoes bad news student of the rap rule rhyme does
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-Equipto
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shit we no joke got them walkin the plank
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and barfs juss like tony when hes talkin to frank
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we be hopin out the van bags all in the back
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and playin it to perfection we call it the game
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blow romulan
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on the field smile like donovan
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you stay a while let me work up on your confidence
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you know they gon hate fake hoes interagate
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put her down on the same plate
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man its fair play
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-Andre Nickatina
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my eyes are on the target i picture panasonic
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i move through the crowd and try to hit her wit the knowledge
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man let a baker bake
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shes a vanilla shake
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i like the strawberry sauce on my cheesecake
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i dip around the lake when its quite like a wake
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and when it comes again i try to crack it like a safe
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the sun goes down and disappear in the shadows
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or you reappear on the streets of seattle
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i like the styles of the ginoco's
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i come around thurbin runnin like im pete rose
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and when i concatrate i do its like free throws
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i tell noah youll sink ridin these flows
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man double up you better buckle buckle and roll wit me
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i put a lil twist and i mix it wit poetry
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man two dymes could be the rope the fine fines
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never have to listin never standin in line
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the widewalk baby girl wins you can ride
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and from the looks of it girl its cold outside
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time after time ill be workin wit the prime
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seventh in line im a zodiac sign
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and ricochet game off your frame in your mind
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i know you think its fun cuz it aint no crime
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wut you talkin bout
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U Got Talent
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