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Correct Thoro Hall Lyrics
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Chuck Strangers
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Yo Yo Yo it's Chuck Strangers And I got dreams of spendin' Euros off of music shit Know it sounds like loser shit, but all the deep talk, niggas is used to it I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages 300 dollars say you ain't live yet Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver ain't arrived yet Watch me take it back to prospect Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is a Double X I am the wagon that carries the band Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland On my project cover I'm starin' like Sandra Bland Got my MP & my blunt in my hand Just tunin' in to the temple that God gave me that car lately Been goin' hard baby grindin' but it's all gravy Just tryin to chop the vinyl to a Mercedes And two ladies, one from Puerto Rico one from Haiti Both fine, both dimes, need Knight time It's Sunshine All up to Brooklyn Shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent We stayin' fly All up to Brooklyn Shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent All up to Brooklyn Shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we stayin' fly for the evening I'm so down to earth I feel like I'm in grave danger These boys in the bush don't wanna see the mad ranger In Europe startin' a new chapter just hit the pager Park Side boy on camera with the nice taper I'll make you sick dressed up in this fly shit 5 thousand for the fit like come force I'm dumb with it Leavin' my arse I'm dumb wicked in barneys I'm cotton pickin' In the field how I make my dirty denim Jedi mind with the force in him I feel the breeze when I saw hawk vison I see the hate from a mile away Mad you ain't made the cut quick askin' for the fade QP wake-and-bakes put me in the stone age Stop hating, get money for a change And I ain't talking minimum wage It's way more to game to stay paid In fact I learned to be the jack-of-all-trades Uh, and shout my nigga Jay From my Parkside niggas 'round the way Nothing left to say All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly for the evening And my crib was the trap house Niggas ain't sell drugs, but niggas had drugs out Wasn't no hits taken, but definitely gave hits out Countless bitches got fucked right up on that blue couch Whole crew rock Bape, pull up to the shit tipped We all look kinda suave, cold inland on some chill shit Looking at my phone curving bitches that you chill with Went to Cal's party just to see what the deal is Shit was wild like some van to van niggas but that's too Brooklyn You gon' go over heads, but all my real niggas feel what I said A fake nigga only seeing his death, a thousand times I felt the climate drop mine I got this beat off Animoss shit Give a fuck if you caught shit 'cause the beat too brolic She perked up and seen me come like a comet Swear I shoved it in her mouth and almost made the bitch vomit Word to me, I'm wild like Dean Street in '93 I smoked away my home training And now I'm in the future just memory laning All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent All up to Brooklyn, shouts the whole scene Pro Era represent, we staying fly for evening
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