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9th Wonder & Buckshot
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Sam
On the block, listening to Buckshot in the trap Twenty four hours a day Focus your attention, not to mention the fact Yeah, Im high off the liquor plus a bench and a fat L HIgh as hell, no YSL Strictly LRG for the BD emcee Lets see who could follow me on the journey I burn trees like third degrees, you heard of me If not, this might be your last shot Cause youre falling off fast in hip-hop Drip-drop in your money fountain No more in front of your honey counting -- chill My skills pay bills; why you dont? You cry, who gon cry for me? You wont Stop stressing; my impression Im never impressed by the rest, so stop guessing Whats next on my agenda Cause you might be gone til November Chill, Sam
Sam sells drugs by the fruit stand, ducking blue vans 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Every day, he got at least two grand Im like, damn Sam, can I get a part of your plan? He said no problo, no job, no stress We can get it off consignment, yeah, I know Bless Whos Bless? He worked for your older brother When he had that crack spot open to the public So lovely, now you want a piece of the action When these streets see you cracking and they wonder what happened Asking, how can I be just like you? When I get dressed, Ill dress just like you I said two things -- every hustle got a hassle Watch the money on the lasso, it come with a string Yo Sam, this is who I am Hip-hop, you in the trap, we both the same, man On the block Listening to Buckshot in the trap Twenty four hours a day On the clock Nah mean?
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