New Orleans Magic
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This is the archetypal rock sound Okay this really ain't no rock shit but um, hmh ahh let go Hollygrove monsta, New Orleans maniac, shoot a nigga up until his whole body ain't attached Hi, my name is best rapper alive And your mouth is the best crapper alive Cause you talk shit I get hit and walk it off like fuck dat Then I just spit like barkin' dogs call it buzz back Attitude like fuck 'em all And I'm greasy and your boyfriend is a butterball Was geezy, I mean what's good bitch is you blind Check my watch bet it be money all the time Sunny on the side where I stay at Where M.I.A. at, I get pussy everytime I say dat In the game room I don't play dat Bitch nigga get laid down where he lay at AK at ya front door, Young Zoe, You can ask Brisco shoot 'til my wrist sore Coupe with a bitch low Who but you slick po' I'm tired of the south so ya mouth where the dick go O.k., they like when I say dat huh? And your boyfriend's a tampon And I don't own land baby I own a land mine So step on my land and catch a bomb like Anne Klein Weezy F. ans the F is for franchise You lookin' at me is like you lookin' through ant eyes Young money can't die, bitch we like Hancock Yeah I'm a martian what you sayin' Spock? I turn yo beef into a hamhock Then I put it in a pan pie Shoot 'til my hand hot I can't hear you sayin stop I hear Nina sayin' pop I hear Choppa' sayin' chop I hear niggas screamin' and shit like I say holla at ya boy bitch, But holla at ya boy bitch, I'm the boy bitch, Not ya boy bitch, Cause ya boy a bitch Yeah, Young Moolah crazy!
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