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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: Ya'll Ain't VIP
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Verse 1: You no want test me Cuz my crew is so Og 187's every day Unless of course it's Saturday Cuz that's the day I get my hair cut Tanning booth and I get my legs Naired up Who, where, what, when, how many? My Prius is packed with young emcees All handy with the techn nine Yep...get your paper up, pippin I'm gonna get mine Don't sweat the technique and don't speak When you ehar the whip go beep Verse 2: You no want test me My crew it rolls so deep Tinted windows for privacy Cuz ya'll ain't VIP Zack Morris is back for us Window cracked on the Taurus Beat valley something merciless Mr. Belding, pop the percolate It's me and violet Bickerstaff kicking rap Giving that whiplash way before Nickelback Forget the Max, I'm onto something sicker The glee club recital next month's bigger Bridge: You no want test me but you can address me As Mr. Presley, a fist so threatening That I'll be texting and I'll be checking The chin of any lame who disrespect me Hop on the vespa, lotta finesse Gotta caress mic right like I'm honoring it Onto the next spot, entourage calling your bet And you ain't even heard us when we're hollerin' yet