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aaron deux – ig’nant (freestyle) lyrics

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[intro]

[verse]
tb the crew, n-gga look at you
we cut from the same cloth but we got different hues
p-ssing b-st-rd like a master on the slave ship
push us to buy exotics why you think they called whips
pushing boundaries like crossing borders
stay working you out of order
you boxed in call you a h–rder
i stays sp-ce out
my philosophy for odyssey too odd to see
for eyes to see not a product of society don’t sigh on me
cause my sentiments limited
i’m just a young n-gga tryna f-ck on my women friend
grab the whole picture don’t be stuck on them images
we playing but i’m saying ain’t no game like scrimmages
enough big words on god i’ve been stallin
staying on call on ball i’m john wallin’
wizard with the flow, orlando couldn’t feel the magic
she’s a lizard on the pole, climbing sh-t like it’s a ladder
flow like overactive bladder
need to quit the chit chatter
they just mad cause they cl-ss p-ssed like alma mater
my atom matter of matter of fact is swagger
laced with that wordplay
that checkmate
that earthquake
why? cause i’m off the richer, contradictor 90 sixer
need your sister to suck it up and sic the pickle
shots fired, pickle pipping popped my pistol
in the drivers seat hoping they don’t see this n-gga
my car black tinted yeah i love black women
she hit the sac stripping yeah that’s a wax finish
it’s plain to see but d-mn you just lack vision
in your own prism
i just need my demon’s stuck in the valley
taz angels in bed
need to work it all out like baileys
random thoughts all thru my head
need to gather it up like rallies
contemplate what i said
book me that’s what you read
was 11 talking bout breads, hol up
imma spit that where the mint at with a tic tac put it on that with a big bat make his sh-t splat better wish that you don’t risk that
no more chit chat
where hard hat for you sick cats
sleeping on a n-gga they just taking hard naps
like a dirty flat top
better f-cking top that with a top hat i’m a top gun
with the cham back
fire blank mags
cl!ck clack
turn up
easy backing while i’m backing my hoes
no more lacking i ain’t p-ssing for poor
f-ck you saying i’m just playing the floor
poker planning and i’m planning for more
dollars wallet overflowing with dough
f-ck you saying all this sh-t is legit
fun it up i am a pro on the low
this ain’t whit this me talking that sh-t

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