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Correct Pink Eagle Lyrics
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[Intro: Dave East] Free Trap, free Scrap, free Gato Rest in peace, Kane [Verse 1: Dave East] I saw niggas get that bag in my city, figured I needed two (I need it) Listen to my gun, I ain't ever ask, "What would Jesus do?" (Nah) Trap until we see the sun, play Vegas for a week or two (All night) Bandana on me, I told [?], "This from me to you" Get hit and [?] die, padded cells in the mornin' Bricks after five, watch the Knicks lose and still act surprised (Rip) You never drove outta town to get a bird? Had a hitter half your age to put 'em down, just get a word (Boom) Santana fucked my head up with them diamonds and that bird Back like cooked crack hit the trap and I was rhymin' every word I heard niggas never voted heard Obama and they curved Diplomatic ties, it's a code of silence you could learn If you rap you might get head tat, if I get it confirmed I'm Ice Cube when he got rid of that Perm Watch and learn I bet they love it when they hittin' shit Fendi, Prada, Gucci now, I used to be Polo to the ground like it's 55th (Whoa) We probably the flyest niggas out (Flyest) Designer on the mattress, designer on the couch Called Elliott, pick up a couple diamonds and I'm out Run off on the plug? Never Know he got it in the drought (Never) Now I had to been a bag that got me out the house These niggas can't be on my dick 'cause it's probably in her mouth I grew up in the trenches, they'll rob you 'cause you out I had to get up off them benches before my mama cussed me out [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Diplomatic guys, we got diplomatic ties Diplomatic plates on them diplomatic rides Stamp a bird on the brick, that's them diplomatic pies Flyer than a ribbon in the sky, sky-high They don't want no smoke, man, these niggas know the vibes (You know the vibes) When real niggas outside, stay inside We decide the outcome: Who survives or who dies So you fake niggas don't wanna collide, be advised [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Money over fame, that's the rules we abide by Loyalty is priceless, you can't buy mines You would think my tongue got wings the way I pop fly Bust down the watch just to show 'em how time fly Offset the rims, now the car look lopside Shorty let me nut all in her face, now she cockeyed Always been a fly guy, Mike Amiri Tie Dye Flexin' with this green, Spinch, Popeye I been in them hotspots way before Wifi (Facts) All my jewels drip, let a fool trip (Fool trip) My goons move quick, make the mood shift (Mood shift) Put 'em in pocket with the pool stick (Pool stick) Or sweep 'em up with the broomstick (Broomstick) Sound echo through your block like acoustics (Bap-bap-bap) We don't say shit, we do shit (Do shit) My niggas comin' with the toolkit (Toolkit) Flag red but I stick to the blueprint [Verse 3: Jim Jones] This penetration rap, ain't no generation gaps (Facts) I done been to places back when they was generatin' crack (You hear me?) Took trips outta town when not too many make it back You come up short, you get applause when that semi make a clap (Bang bang) I climbed the ladder even dined with the higher-ups I'd rather eat with the ghouls than the tie-you-ups Niggas standin' on this earth that as fly as us? Eh eh You'd probably be surprised who admire us Don't flatter me 'cause imitation is the best form You let 'em put a battery in your back until your chest torn (Stupid) Don't talk to me, bitch, gotta fill out a request form (What's your name?) Luxury jets then we hoppin' in the best foreign (L. A., what up?) Not to mention these few pounds that my neck on (Chunky) Heated floors every time a nigga take a step, warm (Chilly) Ready for war so every time that you step wrong (Loaded) Make a text to the rec room, get you hit up in the next dorm (Fucker) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Diplomatic guys, we got diplomatic ties Diplomatic plates on them diplomatic rides Stamp a bird on the brick, that's them diplomatic pies Flyer than a ribbon in the sky, sky-high They don't want no smoke, man, these niggas know the vibes (You know the vibes) When real niggas outside, stay inside We decide the outcome: Who survives or who dies So you fake niggas don't wanna collide, be advised
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