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The Diplomats
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Get Use to This
作词:Rusty Brito, Laron James, Michael Miller, Lawrence Simpson
Dip dip dipset bitch Dip dip dipset bitch Dip dip dipset bitch Let's do it man I'm in the building
Yo, I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered I slaughter the slaughters and slaughter the slaughters who slaughtered I target than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this target From artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardless Put your fate in his hands, there'll be changin' of plans A man did, I did it from standin' in rain wit a gram Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band
Man I'm just super fly, two for five, bake the bait Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt with major cake Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes Ooh yeah hun, those them old Air Ones Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair from
I'm sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu A Picturin' picture, just picture this picture I paint you I'm swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels I'm just doin' me jewelery, blue it be Pimp's ya pa, it's J.R. hittin' hard, soon you'll see Act a fool we'll take you back to school like truancy So give me my respect, I'm the best true indeed
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup Our movements sick, your movements shit That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Our movements sick, your movements shit That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice Caine Cop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe game I can do a price change What I pack is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx When I say ya white plain, look J is built, to let the eighty tilt Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters killed Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chill Look here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had Hoes I scrap up and rag serious Shit I ain't talkin' periods when I say pussy stay in my path I amaze 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit' seeds I hit the Philippines across the river seas O.C. for weeks where I don't feel the breeze
So I got heifers, whores, with some excellent jaw Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw But I X'd them all, get some head in the bed Then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door Just face it my nig', you can't stay with the kid I got paper, gators, many flavors ya dig They just hate how I live, 'cuz the only time they see me Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup Our movements sick, your movements shit That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup Our movements sick, your movements shit That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
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