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Correct Enner Da Jamal (Int-Row) Lyrics
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Ankhten Brown
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[Verse 1] Flippin’ burgers like the way I flip these (?) today My fingers looking bloody and a finger with a bloody baby (?) Never call this bitch, it ain’t the answer to the games you play My niggas in heat of hell with angels on their shoulderblades Dancing with the devil got a price to pay don’t be a slave Reckon with a force of flame a thousand wicked slave masters Go beyond the same passage, be a key and make answers Fuck you and your Babylon, I babble on to kill ‘em all Monster with a heart of gold and time to get my thriller off Pop with liquor, now we gone Comin’ back a stronger man Jungle arm any different planes get your hustle on Stretchin’ wide, make ‘em all loose when you muscle on Pick-and-roll groove with the beat like a needle on Need an army when I creep through the mission I’m a beast with the pop, boy, watch how you mix and fuck a Soup kitchen hoe just to ease the addiction on my mind Be infinity at night, I unleash it in the night With the spliff getting high every evening I arise to the gift that we turn with a meaning Killing demon after demon as I learn how to be them Got some angels in the rye that can help me to release them Fuck ‘em, never love ‘em if they stupid with no reason I mean, really is you season 40 pounds of beef (?) Tweaking of off crystals, got you really deep and sinking I’m in sync with melodies to keep the energy uplifting Ball on top of finger, spinning like the world we live in Presidents after dead presidents (?) it’s always winning Dollar sign, eyeballs, plaguing many people With no x-ray vision to perceive what is equal I mean, we, (?), closing eyes to the sequel But it’s clear like the screens that our eyes get abused to Crimes under YouTube, glued to the Bluetooth, close to boo-hoos, lie with the who’s who, fines under woo-hoo Clap for the shoeful, slap for the junkie and you crack by the spoonful Ears looking gunky from the residue of dope tunes Hair like coconut, born from the oak Ooh, never telling who Who, keep it real cool Cool, with you got a screw Loose, put it in a hex like monkey flipping (?) Doo-doo on another level, stinking up the whole block H20 with every metals twisting melon, tongue-tied Candy women off of lettuce, golden body with the curvature Perfect form in peaches Tanning in Ibiza where the beaches packed with ugly leeches Each is on my side with a chance in every way to reach it (?) I see dimensions splitting like a toothpick Ruthless motherfuckers always trying to fruitpick Truth is, I be on the block with the loud shit Sprinkling (?) Who’s this? Looking in the mirror feeling clueless Close our eyes and learn together energy to do this A nigga (?), majestically moving Who the fuck is you, I mean why do you think you own shit? All I know is me and my familia is killing it We really out here grilling it, my aim is at the trillions Nigga we ain’t finished yet our energy is infinite I ain’t stopping until I reach, the odds are seven billion Really on a mission to reveal that we are better than the bullshit that they puttin’ on the newspapers and television Open up your mind and see that we are more than (?) If they hit the lights in this one, we already see a difference
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