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Average Lyrics - Artist : KA$HDAMI
(You gon' fuck with this one, Will)
Fah, fah (Je t'aime Milanezie) Yeah, gang (Sensei, I hate you) Yeah If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average Runnin' from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzin' Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision These niggas be cappin', they never do missions I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin' I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps I ain't talkin' machine, how I spit facts That boy livin' a dream, these hollows make him nap That ho fiend for the dick, she take it in the back And I woke up today and I made fifty racks I know you cap rap, it's concernin' Countin' up big racks 'cause I earned it Whip out the stick, now that nigga squirmin' Seen too-too-too much money, I've been affirmin' If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average Runnin' from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzin' Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision These niggas be cappin', they never do missions I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin' I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given If he think he a don, I kick him like the Mavericks Smoke top shelf, this shit ain't average Runnin' from 12, nigga, yeah, we blitzin' Red beam on my Glock, guess it's with the precision These niggas be cappin', they never do missions I don't like to talk, my Glock do all the spittin' I'm not from Earth, I'm from a new dimension I'm gettin' this money, that shit is a given Got a Glock with a scope, I'ma zoom, no OptiFine If you really want smoke, I ain't hard to find Think he better than me, boy, you lost your mind Boy, you not my gang, no, you is not my kind I can't go broke 'cause it don't make sense I'ma cop what I want, I don't care what I spend Just flew out to L.A., I'm posted with Taz Just like a tortilla, cross me then it's wraps |
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