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anthony 1999 - bob stone lyrics

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[hook: anthony 1999]
real crib coppin’, money poppin’
gettin’ to the rack -ss n-gg-
all this clout, fans, stans, bands
i ain’t gotta pay no k!ller
they do it for free
got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
they ask for the boss, they sending in me
we knockin’ em’ off, og with the beep
shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key

[verse: anthony 1999]
you talk about it, but never go through with it
my b-tch she thick, but i hate the foolishness
this n-gg- broke, like “what i’ma do with this?”
throw me that -ss!, i know what to do with it
hammer and nails
my n-gg-s be bootin’ it
givin’ em h-ll, these n-gg-s ain’t doing it
the choppa adele, it’s singing
we true to this
rap sh-t is my b-tch, in bed i be spooning it

uh
mounted up (yea, b-tch!)
say my name on stage, it get em’ rounded up
(rounded up!)
banging heinz, bloods, crips, around with us
(crip, crip!)
pick your poison n-gg-, fn rounds from us

all these b-tches stuck up (facts!)
i’m a m-th-f-cka (b-tch!)
i speak facts, n-gg-s whack
all these n-gg-s sucka’s (yea!)
all these b-tches love us
we don’t talk on covers (nah)
99’ got a 9
bust a n-gg- mother

[hook: anthony 1999]
real crib coppin’, money poppin’
gettin’ to the rack -ss n-gg-
all this clout, fans, stans, bands
i ain’t gotta pay no k!ller
they do it for free
got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
they ask for the boss, they sending in me
we knockin’ em’ off, og with the beep
shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key

[verse: suskingbrad]
bad lil b-tch
suck me up with the roof down
bad lil b-tch
suck me up with no tooth now
if a n-gg- runnin’ that’s a m-th-f-ckin’ man down
n-gg-s totin’ weapons, bet i make a n-gg- stand down

nut on her face, that’s why all these b-tches love me
and she call me brad when i put it in her tummy
n-gg-s acting stupid, i will turn yo -ss to mummy
catch me feeling booted when i pull up to the function

f-ck on yo b-tch!
for a bag and a day trip
these n-gg-s look boring, boy you look like a jake, b-tch
should i drive the foreign when we pull up to the lake?, b-tch
made her throw it back but i told her i can’t claim it

[hook: anthony 1999]
real crib coppin’, money poppin’
gettin’ to the rack -ss n-gg-
all this clout, fans, stans, bands
i ain’t gotta pay no k!ller
they do it for free
got rid of geeks and brought in the freaks
they ask for the boss, they sending in me
we knockin’ em’ off, og with the beep
shorty can’t ride, her rhythm off key

- anthony 1999 lyrics

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