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da magic show - error101 lyrics

[verse 1: error101]
i ain’t break never i ain’t fold never
keep talkin’ bro i put one in yo leather
every work that i say is so clever
i told you not to do gone till november
you the dopest mc? i leave that ass sizzlin
you had mackie sh*t and pappy sh*t?
ain’t no turns given be twistin and takin it
the truth in the song be the pro*black teaching
he go back downstairs more time to think
talib yo i think it’s ’bout time to speak
it’s time to ill i get ill and time to chill
i ain’t got time to chill only got time to build
so now time is flyin’ i been kinda eyeing*
but i’m a truth tellea and that’s why i say what i’m sayin
yo but it ain’t nuttin you know what i’m sayin?
of this of this sh*t know what i’m sayin?
[verse 2: error101]
get up and i stay hardеr then a cinderblock man
i brought the curl back and thе golf hat
the other ear i got (tron, tron, tron, who i said i got)
tron cat asking where the bullets and the bombs at
the truth still matter the proof is in the batter or the pudding
will i blast when it’s time to shoot? don’t even ask
then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
spread rumors bout ya life and break you is the task
it’s something you do if you got me in trance
you got me running and doing sh*t
you are b*tches, rats snitches, dissing on 2, end up in the ditches
i threw my 503k friends in the trash
still smokin on the family pack
dede, rere, cece, bebe, pepe, gege, ehehe
dede, rere, cece, bebe, pepe, gege, ehehe (brother pack)
got the b*tches loading in the back (crop)
rep the g’s for my gang
uh, 45 hit the bangs
crack a 40 when i go to sleep
25 till i die that’s on my sh*t that is deep
new b*tch look like (ahh)
[verse 3: 45hre]
oh he mad get to stomping
they mad at me didn’t know what i did, get to thomping
you be lying and stuff
when we was at your crib you was acting like you where tuff
but you are like (like what), those lil boys are weak
crack a 40 before i go to sleep
p*ssy b*tches, p*ssy hoes
get on the floor like (45)
[verse 4: 45smith]
now paul mccartney’s losin half of his life
pit’s ahead of his time
i’m high on life and a fifth of remy
drinking in the mainstream of his mind
anybody in my city going hard i respect but
scooped ya man up and he signed to the ‘line
started smoking weed and graduated to the pipe
arrows on terot cards pointing to the grind
genre: truthrhyme: yes
stop waisting time b*tch
spot gets frantic
portable gatling and y’all don’t want get blasted
so if the truth ain’t need then the truth can’t be
god can judge me and the judge says if you do not follow then you can’t lead
i’m not the one and can’t n0body rule until l’s done
we drink get dumb
everybody get up!
when all the punks on top of everybody else but
everything i buy fly it’s like i’m booking flightsif i want it i’m a get get it
yea yea yea yea yea
hit up my phone i got one up amp drank the 3 while you followin’ lt !** ?? **
apply for brainstream you don’t need credit
and drop it like i ain’t ever seen you drop it before ho
nine hundred and ninety six grams you need for mo’
you can fool the rest of the world long as new york know
while my price is high i will get you dealt with for the low

- error101 lyrics

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