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AC Lyrics - Artist : Troyman
This is move-my-mind-mondays
This is your boy mex [?] -mid-mike And we are sweating in Atlanta Georgia Hotter than a devil's ass Kids are going to class But you know what you gotta do: (This should be my theme song... to life) Time to wake and bake baby! Hello ATL, Rise up Same dream, same team, same nigga Promise I ain't change much Flow go, oh so Mystical Tell them that its Danger Sick with it, smoking on medicinal Higher than an astronaut Homie say, why you ain't blowing up Its because I rap a lot He don't get it, I'ma get it though All green like its piccolo Even Shrek, tell em kiss my donkey Hol' up let me get a mistletoe Running with the wining team (yea) We gon' ball [?] clean (yea) We just be on different things (yea) Soon enough you'll mention me You can call a nigga [?] rocks cause I be in the cut Minding my own Grinding up strong Roll them doobies up Let me smoke, my stress be gone I don't wanna hurt no body Whipping like I got kids If you rolling up, then roll shotty with us God why hesitate (yea) Let's levitate, elevate (uh) Resignate, section 8 (yea) Love, we got hella plates (eating!) Up until the last supper (yea) We get cheaper by the dozen (uh) I ain't home, at my cousin's We burning up we're the oven yea Is you, or is you ain't rolling with us If you is then I'm rolling it up (Godamn) Ya AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC (Ey ey ey ey, where you from young blood) Nigga this Oakland, out in the country right here with my kinfolk These girls don't know me but they want to blow me like Nintendos Band up, ask around Breaking bad boy in town Walter white with the wrist work They Harden when I'm not around I don't want the rocket power Nothing sweet pocket sour Plenty for residuals Every hour by the hour It go tick tock grandpa Till the piggy bank is ham hop Life is such a beach I'm just that nigga from the sandbox Someone said you became an outcast when you had that stank on ya Please don't ask me where its from Yea its all from California Don't sell weed but I'm what you need I can call someone over He must skimp and he pimpin' You'll be glad that you know him (What up!) Smoking presidential in the residential (that Obama) Lighting like a bomb we got hella missiles (call Osama) A-salaam-alaikum in my blunt I ain't racing I'm just pacing please don't take it all at once (burn up) Is you, or is you ain't rolling with us If you is then I'm rolling it up Ya AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC - too hot AC - too hot AC - look AC |
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