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Correct European Rugs Lyrics
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Rickie Jacobs
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I turn off the radio I turn off the radio I payed my dues, did my due diligence Rude to the new lyricist, grew like Houston I been true to the coacher, I refuze to loose whenever New management never had that shit, these Benjamins Is waiting for me, just like a magic trick When I was eighteen, I used to play devil's advocate But back to these Benjamins, is too busy spending 'em Alupis is my favorite rapper, Alupis and Eminem I think I would symbol them, but at least when I wanna Ain; t got yhe album of the year, I'mma keep it with Hannah Bang, bang, man, the game is all fucked up now I be one you doubt to make you shut the fuck up now Look! You could have answered my calls, I get the picture It didn't take long to see that we different niggas, but Ain't no pick me up, and here, you don't even have to So fuck that lift that you put together, that's not the battle That's just prank that offense, they ain't even strapped on shit It's obvious that we some niggas that love basket Aw, aw aw aw, my microphone on, I write the due palm, turn that shit into a song Get your bitch out the dom, turn that thot, that's an upgrade from a dot You gon' suck it or not? Goddamit, I kill everybody Standing Niggas is dying inside my city, If I ain't run it, then nigga would be Living and loving, you got slander for what You ain; t living your dreams, you barely making the cut This is knowledge in it's final form, ain't no legends 'round me They more like dinosaurs, tryna make the final fall You still in college, from my first semester to now I been polished, you bound it? I highly doubt it You ain; t giving your girl the intention She hitting Mollie. Now she hitting your wears And I'm receiving the sloppy But you lack intelligence, ain't even relevant, Kevin Alia I started on making copies and made it a helping hobby I screamed fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! Fuck the radio! With a wack attempt for a hook It don't (???) My niggas get booked, all I gotta do is flush To get your girlfriend that look, All I gotta do is bless her with some liquor and cush Hair blowing in the wind, ride a shotgun Test my nigga up, like yo, I got one! I've got a chip on my shoulder big as the planet Unemployed with a child, but I've been able to manage I'm broke as a bitch, I really wanna play Santa My nigga got married, I'm fuckin' the wedding planner But everything is good, life is great I've learned a lot of lessons from my mistakes
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