Gotcha Opin The Ill Spoken
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[Intro: DJ Rated, Buckshot & Beedie]
(Original Crooks, Original Headz)
Can't forget a fat shout-out, Upstate Boi (We smokin it; Doin' it like this)
Y'all already know (Yeah, yeah)
Can't forget Anwar, the whole Sweden (Yeah, Original Crookz)
Can't forget Richy Rich (Original Heads), OSB (Ill Spoken, man; Doin' it like this)
Ayo, big shout to Harley Hustle, man (How High, baby; What up?)
Let's wrap this shit up (The Mixtape)
Ben Bradley (Stupid motherfuckers; Shout-out to Buckshot Shorty)
Ayo
Let's take 'em back, let's go
[Verse 1: Beedie]
Yeah, let's get it on, like nine-six, switch it to everlong (To everlong)
It's been a long time, but shit, I'ma get along
See, some cats nice, but some'll just spit it wrong
You see me, in a minute I'm gone, what I'm on
You got sweet hips, bitch, yeah, I lust for that (Lust for that)
But the music do me right, she never fussin' back (Fussin' back)
The game loves me, I love it back
I gets down with the sound all day, makin' love to tracks (Love to tracks)
Girl, I ain't tryna turn you down like that (Like that)
I just wanna bring it, bring it round out back (Out back)
The soundtrack smack, feel the bass drum thumpin'
Bump into the grind, and I'll dump it
It's pumpin' through my veins, that's somethin'
Runnin' when it's Russian
I could work a job or make a hundred dollars hustlin'
That's the choice that I make in this life I live
I wanna ball, fuck a wife and kids, know what I'm sayin'?
(Original Crooks, Original Headz)
Can't forget a fat shout-out, Upstate Boi (We smokin it; Doin' it like this)
Y'all already know (Yeah, yeah)
Can't forget Anwar, the whole Sweden (Yeah, Original Crookz)
Can't forget Richy Rich (Original Heads), OSB (Ill Spoken, man; Doin' it like this)
Ayo, big shout to Harley Hustle, man (How High, baby; What up?)
Let's wrap this shit up (The Mixtape)
Ben Bradley (Stupid motherfuckers; Shout-out to Buckshot Shorty)
Ayo
Let's take 'em back, let's go
[Verse 1: Beedie]
Yeah, let's get it on, like nine-six, switch it to everlong (To everlong)
It's been a long time, but shit, I'ma get along
See, some cats nice, but some'll just spit it wrong
You see me, in a minute I'm gone, what I'm on
You got sweet hips, bitch, yeah, I lust for that (Lust for that)
But the music do me right, she never fussin' back (Fussin' back)
The game loves me, I love it back
I gets down with the sound all day, makin' love to tracks (Love to tracks)
Girl, I ain't tryna turn you down like that (Like that)
I just wanna bring it, bring it round out back (Out back)
The soundtrack smack, feel the bass drum thumpin'
Bump into the grind, and I'll dump it
It's pumpin' through my veins, that's somethin'
Runnin' when it's Russian
I could work a job or make a hundred dollars hustlin'
That's the choice that I make in this life I live
I wanna ball, fuck a wife and kids, know what I'm sayin'?
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