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• Artiste: LaRussell
• Titre: Another One
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Live Nation gave me M's to do my dougie on you hoes Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros I start writin’ once it drop, I ain't even let it load You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code Every time I hear a beat I hit 7 on the dice Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin’ with your life? Flow water but it's room temp, I ain’t got no ice Made a hunnit, proud to pay- I ain’t even set no price I wake up and live my life Smoke my weed and make some hits Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list Know the voice when you best Close your eyes and take a guess I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left N**** stop fucking playin’ All this time been takin less’ Hit-Boy play a beat and i’ma eat ‘til nothin’ left Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact N***** say they from where I'm from We like “n****, where you at?” Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque Ain't gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, The West is back! Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother’s son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother’s son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh! Wow, we got another— we got a— we got a We got another one, shipment comin’ ‘cross in a hundred drums Chuck a hundred bands Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin’ ass I'm smackin’ in these lil n***** face Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face I'm sittin’ on mountains of the cake blowin’ cake Stakin’ up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster Gone off Banana Kush, blowin’ like a roadster Look both ways 'fore you cross me Washington & Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross street Play with somethin’ safe, don't play with your fate Big Hit and LaRussell, outchea playin’ with cake I been playin’ these pianos, real Black Sopranos Pops is black Rambo, poppin’ bands is mando Ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother’s son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Ran-ran up a M, I need another one I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother’s son Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, we got another one Huh, uh! Wow, we got another— we got a— we got a