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• Artiste: Pacman da Gunman
• Titre: Not Your Average
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Hit-Boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Call this bih phone Ayy Ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy Ayy, lil' ma Yeah, yeah Look Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute Now she always in her feelings, I ain't fucked her in a minute But she know, she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh? Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter I'm a nigga that's gon' take it there every single summer Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys Wrecked the Benz, got it fixed, went and bought a Range (Bought a Range) Know some niggas got rich, then they left the game Me? Yeah, I just left the hood, nigga Ask my youngest, I just dropped off some goods, nigga Ask my youngest, yeah, I'm way worst than Suge, nigga I was twelve years old with the pull, nigga Now I'm pullin' up in a late model foreign and it's tinted up Attitude still, "Fuck it", nigga, hit 'em up My ambition as a rider, nigga, zip 'em up Look, every month I do a dub and that's a fact, nigga Not including all the money from the trap, nigga Palm itchin' so I'm on my way to get it Keep them peoples out my business, I ain't struggled in a minute Now she always in her feelings, I ain't fucked her in a minute But she know she gotta suck it 'til I finish, huh Not yo' average, I'ma go in for the gutter I'm a nigga that's gon' take it there every single summer Block burnin', '90s baby, I'm a hot boy Thirty shots in these brand new cop toys Big fella, two Rollies, five Cubans, and they all yellow Got mid, highs and lows and they all sellin' Niggas say they all solid but they all tellin' You niggas talk like reverends Look, count me up, don't wanna hear it, ain't no cash involved And I'm tryna get adjusted 'cause my life revolve Ain't no feelings for no snitches, y'all be poppin' off Wasn't for the cameras, nigga, probably would've killed them all Do it for the real, do it for the trenches Do it for the shooters that got sent to the benches It's love for the fake, it's love for the hate It's love for the niggas helped the pigs crack the case