Different Combinations
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Ft. Mack Maine (Hook) Damn, please don't pay me mine, I'm zoning Different kinds of piles I'm cloning Might roll up another L, mind if I hold it? This shit is sly, don't it? I hit potent guards like what the fuck is goin' on? I'm zonin', grand tottin' inside of the cuts that I'm pouring We just going, in here harder than before We got different combinations, all them for the low Bang, different combinations We take 'em all to find a broad to spark a conversation Where we on, mane, different combinations Different combinations (Verse: Mack Maine) I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm in this bitch I got my rifle in the booth, I'm bout to kill this shit And even if you on Novocaine, you gon' kill this shit And she can pop ten perts, but she gon' feel this dick Like on 'em Emmersmiths, ridin' for the benefits Boy, I been a G since Stunner had 'em things for ten a brick Now I'm on some different shit, different combinations Just to switch the conversation, for that pussy I'm impatient Baby girl, I'm tired of waitin', make accommodations I got so many styles, I'm a one man compilation Massed up like Jason, the heaven, I'm a J. sent My flow give 'em hell, my Ghost Rider Satan Yesterday, a chick with no arms tried to hug me I grab my insect repellent like 'bitch, you bugging' I'm always growling, neva moaning when I'm boning I'm one of a kind, nigga, so no cloning when I'm zoning (Hook) (Verse 2: Caskey) Grown is not an adequate description I am casually sipping, my reality has been drifting I am gone, my mind frame has been sideways I've barely eaten for five days Got Mary J. rollin' five days till I'm trippin', mane What is you sedatin' in the sticky mat? I got 50 grands, so roll it up like sentiment Real sport, no witness, man, fuck with me, man Lately, my surround has been evolving I'm with Bird Man, I'm with Mack Maine I'm with Lil Wayne, I'm with Aiden I'm callin'... shit, man, answering to the calling Either you canceling or you all in I'm a young Adequin that been ballin', that's fallin' Up, except my opposition ain't targets When I told 'em hoes not to start shit We blowin' O's on the star ship Man, I started this from the ground up This a celebration, elevation Who the fuck complacent? Not me Who done made the mix that got me thrown? I swear that that ain't an adequate description I got two bottles with pills in 'em And none of them prescription, bitch (Hook)
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