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Akorn Lyrics - Artist : Baby Smoove
What's really funny is that fucking bank job away in Secaucus
I'm in the middle of the fucking weeds laying down He comes over, he says, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm resting" "Here you're resting? It's not a fuckin' beach in a park" I said, "I'm resting, I know I'm resting, I'm resting" They pull me in, they start givin' me all kinds of questions, you know, this and that He says, "Oh, uh, so what are you gonna tell us, tough guy?" I said, "My usual, zero, nothing, why tell you, you fuck?" He says, "No, you're gonna tell me something today, tough guy" I said, "Alright, I'll tell you something, go fuck your mother" Bing (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Just went up on my price, I need five for a show Nigga, this exotic, I need ten for a 'bow When Apple dropped them iPhone 10s, it put me on Or them X's, might wake up tomorrow and get a necklace Niggas fuck with me 'cause I'm really from the trinches Ooh, shit, I really meant the trenches Nigga, that's the drank, got me slobbin' and forgettin' She suck me off the Percs, got her slobbin' and spittin' Why in the fuck do my palms keep itchin'? I be in the mall, I be big boy spendin' You can't even shop, you got lil' boy chicken Niggas sauce burnt out, now they back penny pinchin' I'm in Cali right now with some Moonrock in me You broke as hell, nigga, probably need to hold fifty Boy, your run over, you gon' rap 'til you fifty You the type of nigga that'll tuck a couple giffies Got like two rat hoes and 'bout four rich bitches Nigga, this a K, you ain't living for no stitches Everybody know that you be lyin' but the bitches It's always the bums who in everybody business How the fuck you in the streets and on the stand, you a witness? I'm scared of the streets, you niggas snakes, more snitches Got some dog shit saved, I might go and get a Bentley Crack an Akorn seal and give the hoes all the Henny You know I got stick in my pants, don't tempt me These niggas lookin' funny, I might have to show the blicky Just showed up to Saks just to spend 'bout a hemi Gave habibi my chopper, he gon' take it off semi My nigga facin' eights, he gon' need to buy a kidney 'Bout to meet up with my dawg right on 6 Mile and Livie Just got down on the hemi, on my line like, "You gypped me" This ain't no normal cream soda, it just cost me three-fifty I want a yellow Hellcat just to dog it in the city My nigga trippin' in the club, he just tried to suck a titty If them bitches hit they lights, they gon' have to come and get me Tryna see my ID, you must think that I'm a rookie I'm on Melrose now with some strong ass Cookie I step in the room and got everybody lookin' If I told my niggas go and get your kit, they would've took it I'ma swing on him soon as he ain't lookin' |
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