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Correct Raedawn Lyrics
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Viktor Vaughn
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I can understand it V, the beat bandit Who bring heat from the mic Unhanded, who ever go after Burn their hands and lips, a lot of rappers Ran and abandon their whips It's just another day in the dunia Don't leave your girl around v he might swoon her Up and under the window, serenade like hakuna Stay ahead of the game and cut her off soon or Ever later, use her to carbonate her Scoop her in the butter, soft of a spoon roof navigator Or the land or the lex or the benz A hundred and sixteenth by the hour of the africans But they won't let you push him One tried to get fly, almost had to mush him If I wanted to wobble, I would've warned ass Hit him with the phone, took the dough and tore ass Want not, waste not, front not They didn't see him dippin to the fiftycent blunt spot V walk the town with space boots Space suits, fucked up cut, but they Still say his face's cute To all the streets, what you staring at? The sewer cat opened up and said: why you wearing that? He said 'ow you want to snap Pissface, the way you in everybody's buziness is a disgrace At the park gate : halt who goes there It's v the mc, who's nasty as nosehair You may go he said : you should've been say so Dripped him in cash, argentini and peso's There you go, my good man Buy something nice for the seed And please keep it moving twice the speed Consider this your fair warning Or else I'll bring it to you express like airborne Vaughn, drop a turd on the beat And shoutout that little bird for the word on the street He write vik in a sick, demented handstyle And go bombin with a chick, who rips a rental van While all he say : is you nuts He really had enough of poon puts and crewcuts Soupçonne, and I got a coupon Chinese restaurant, asking for the great poopon He said no, don't soy soysauce(? ?) And this ain't no burgerking So you get no toy boss, ow ow It's mirror o'clock, I think I'm sober How about we think this over, over a can of king cobra You ain't nicer than a loonatic shiesta Aka the vicster, or the vic miceter He wanted ;should he get a baldie Or keep his edge up, v-shaped like by my waldy But that is the question, he wonders why he always Wearing hats in the sessions Listen up, new drink Named it after chong's daughter Triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water Com'on bring the slaughter Triple shot of yak, with the chaser of bong water
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