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albee al & shani boni – settle down lyrics

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i hit the turnpike, i got a birdy on me feel like a warrior, i got a curry on me
i hit the turn pipe, got a birdy on me feel like a warrior, i got a curry on me like momma shark, don’t gotta worry on me
can’t f+ck with shorty because i am too picky
feel like i’m diddy, the king of my city i f+ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil’ b+tch, she saditty
my lil’ b+tch from the trenches, i would just stuck on them benches
they gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain’t finished
yeah, free the gang
i’m out here standin’ on business
we k!ll a opp in a new york minute

i’m with your b+tch, shе a smoochie
she nevеr been in a two seat i hit a opp in a koofey salute me or shoot me
no, we don’t f+ck with these goofys (never)
no, we don’t f+ck with these oppers (never)
no, we don’t f+ck with these coppers i got a choppa
bro beat a body on camera
fresh out the slammer, told me to pass me my hammer
i’m sellin’ hannah montana
come to your house like i’m santa
free kool, he bagged for a horror fl!ck
boy, we will k!ll you, don’t you go startin’ sh+t

i hit the turnpike, got a birdy on me feel like a warrior, i got a curry on me like momma shark, don’t gotta worry on me
can’t f+ck with shorty because i am too picky
feel like i’m diddy, the king of my city i f+ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil’ b+tch, she saditty
my lil’ b+tch from the trenches, i would just stuck on them benches
they gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain’t finished
free the gang
i’m out here standin’ on business
we k!ll a opp in a new york minute
we k!ll a opp in a new york minute
a b+tch start up wit me, i’ma finish two things you don’t leave, that’s a weapon or witness
lost my bro to the streets ever since it been different
they be saying they wit me, i know they be kidding
turn they back and i cannot forget it
they could talk all the rap sh+t and talk about k!lling
but they know who to call when it’s time to go drill ’em
don’t be smoking on n+++++ but my n+++++ smoking on n+++++ so now i got smoke wit these n+++++
and sh+t don’t be funny, so no, i don’t joke wit these b+tches who brag about toting for n+++++

use to post on my block till i noticed some n+++++ was fu
sh+t be sad when you find out the truth
i don’t vent to n0body, i talk in the booth bro got twenty, like f+ck it, he still be home
soon
sh+t sad, how they switch
if he told, he a b+tch
got me some bread, now they act like i’m rich, and it be the same ones who ain’t neva do sh+t
and they see me go up so they tell me they proud of me
can’t forget all the times n+++++ doubted me
i’ma turn this sh+t up for the ones looking down on me
and i can’t stop, i got people who count on me

i hit the turnpike, got a birdy on me feel like a warrior, i got a curry on me like momma shark, don’t gotta worry on
me
can’t f+ck with shorty because i am too picky
feel like i’m diddy, the king of my city i f+ck with shorty, she pretty, my lil’ b+tch, she saditty
my lil’ b+tch from the trenches, i would just stuck on them benches
they gave my homie a sentence, pray for his appeal, he ain’t finished
free the gang
i’m out here standin’ on business
we k!ll a opp in a new york minute



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