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N’Otis - M.I Abaga (Ft. Pryse)
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N’Otis - M.I Abaga (Ft. Pryse)
[Verse 1: M.I Abaga]
A couple hundred dollars for the right kicks
Three hundred K a month for my side-kicks
Eleven milli when I roll, range rover
Signing Pryse for the right price priceless
Punchlines like a typist
This rap shit finally working out, biceps!
Little bitches stay home, you shouldn't try this
We killing this city
We the J-Town Crisis
[Verse 2: Pryse]
We came in the game the top the top cheese no mices
Pryse is, too damn good, so call me righteous
Take it all the way to the hood like Motorcyclist
These hoes need someone to show them where the mic is
And I'm the nicest, so let me do it
So me being cocky is not a brag, It's heroic
Dime and she know it, rhymes like a poet
The bar set so high but I ain't even notice
[Verse 2: M.I Abaga]
Yo photo-shoot fresh, where the paparazzi?
Music so dope you could puff puff pass me
See niggas hating on Jude like a nazi
I'm the future in the present niggas can't get past me
Laugh... I created my style
I make my shit stand out, pile
Tell dem haters lay down, tile
Competition chill we gone be a little while
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