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6 foot pretty - rufus blaq lyrics

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six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

rufus blaq, i’m back on my sh-t
and that sh-t pretty

yo, cadillac, wood-grained
candy-apple red paint
white walls on these
i do everything you cain’t
i’m a king everywhere i walk you hear the h-rns blow
n-gga, even as a kid, i was paranormal
started from a park bench, check my discography
my first investment was hennessy and p-rnography
stowed a couple ford tauruses and did some robberies
now i got my mind right, i own a couple colonies
spell my name, b-l-a q for the quality
women want a skip kissing because they’d rather swallow me
yeah baby my training is so vigorous
i worked on my biceps, instead i got a bigger d-ck
fat chicks can get it, but, i prefer a slender chick
edgar allen poe sh-t, this is accurate penmanship
as a baby i felt pain my first year
alcoholic, been an addict ever since my first beer
no retreat, still kept my swagger through my worst years
here’s my testimony little homie, this is church, yeah

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six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

cover up the signs and the omens
i catch everything haters throw at me, i’m terrell owens (b-tch!)
i’m a polarized figure, let me put it ebonics, i’m that n-gga
my hustle flow is like russell crowe’s
with an unmatched poise that no cuffs can hold
i hear your display and bravado
pretty ? rappers alive, they avocados
this is the only way to get through to you earthlings
i’m spitting it triple x, f-ck a pg-13
that n-gga’s so fly, haters get air sick
they’re rhinestones, i’m twenty-five carats
yeah, my ? chulo
i p-ss diamonds and got money out the ?
i love women with big booties and tattoos
a bad b-tch that can run in heels like the track shoes
i mop floors with rappers until the towel glisten
i used to slap ’em up, but now i let the style kiss ’em
i’m the spirit of frank wright, heard your v-g-n- tight
i gotta l-st for life
at the same time i’m eating asparagus with skirt steak
i’m holding my fort, k!lling verses on the first take
even back when i was fat and in my worst shape
asthmatic and all, i sh-tted on your mix tape!
after this i need a toothpick cuz i just ate
this track ? f-ck us, now i got to l!ck the plate
yeah, my ? chulo
copy

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six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

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