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who else you know!? - larussell, malachi, p-lo lyrics

[larussell]
wow
(p*p*p*lo time to bring the bass back)
p*p*lo tell em bring that bass back

[pre*chorus]
i’m on the block with the wop and crocs to match
ah sh*t them bay n*ggas back
from the north to the south to the east to the west
n*ggas f*ck with lil russell magazine to the crest

hit the nike outlet, came back with a check
b*tch go home, come back with some neck
still the same n*gga from the north that i’ve been
hit some turbulence, i was gone with the wind

hear a n*gga knockin, lemme in!
the budget ain’t there? f*ck it gimme 10!
back when p*lo finna do that sh*t again
if we don’t make a slap when we link it’s a sin

big fish b*tch got gills in her fin
don’t tell me sh*t about the game if you ain’t win
who else you know could sell eggs to a hen
don’t believe me just watch ben 10
[chorus]
on the block with the wop and crocs to match
ah sh*t them bay n*ggas back
from the north to the south to the east to the west
n*ggas f*ck with p*lo from (pinole?) to the crest

hit the nike outlet, came back with a check
b*tch go home, come back with some neck
still the same n*gga from the north that i’ve been
who else you know could sell eggs to a hen

who else you know
*who* *who* *who*
*ughhhhhh*
n*gga who else you know
*n0bodyyyyyyy*
*agghhhh*
who else you know
*ughhhhhh*
*yeah*
n*gga who else you know

[malachi]
it’s maf*ckin

[larussell]
*it’s mali!*
[malachi]
uh, hoe i’m doin me
i’m cold it’s 2 degrees, my flow like who is he?
it’s maf*ckin mali, cold young n*gga comin from the valley
i’m deep in my bag like the fries at mcdonald’s
i’m comin up that’s a tough pill to swallow
take your meds though
i’m murdabeats i’m on death row
i’m just one of them n*ggas you gotta check fo
back in merced and young n*gga we don’t know em
finna drop so much music n*ggas think i got a clone
i’ve been tryna get a win i’ve been beatin up that road
all yo sh*t crashed cuz you ain’t been followin the code
i was h*lla young, roamed the city on my feet
still do not get paid to rap on beats
n*ggas like the kitchen till they dealin with the heat
but i slide through i hold that sh*t down like (plp?)

[larussell]
[chorus]
i’m on the block with the wop and crocs to match
ah sh*t them bay n*ggas back
from the north to the south to the east to the west
n*ggas f*ck with lil russell magazine to the crest
hit the nike outlet, came back with a check
b*tch go home, come back with some neck
still the same n*gga from the north that i’ve been
who else you know could sell eggs to a hen
who else you know
*who* *who* *who*
*ughhhhhh*
n*gga who else you know
*n0bodyyyyyyy*
*agghhhh*
n*gga who else you know

- larussell malachi p lo lyrics

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