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armyboy - john lyrics

[verse 1: temp2uece]
ok, now big ups to army for puttin’ me on the feature
we runnin’ the field, y’all sittin’ in the bleachers
she wanna know my name, so i’m a teach her
yo……………………………….
so, let’s sit down and learn a lesson
some of my team, i need to start addressin’
shout out to flame gang, no suwoop, though
royalty, we run the game like 90’s nintendo
we the best? oh, yes, we know
y’all come up short like the fin on nemo
somebody lied, i told the truth
my only murders are in the booth
we go nuts, like babe ruth
y’all group should improve
because we’re better, alaskan weather
trotman city gang, all in this together
yeah!

[hook: rick ross (lil wayne)]
i’m not a star, somebody lied
i got a chopper in the car, ugh! [3x]
(yeah, load up them choppers like it’s december 31st
load it and c-ck it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
if i die today, remember me like john lennon
buried in louie, i’m talkin’ all brown linen, huh?)

[z-mane talking]
ok……
i guess i’m up next….
z…mane…..
alrite, look….

[verse 2: z-mane]
they say they’re gettin’ money, but they’re not gettin’ dollars, though
mess with me, i’ll have em fall like dominoes
hatin’ on me cause i’m ballin’ on another planet
tryna stack his cards up, i think i’ll call him gambit
x-men, might as well be wolverine
everybody stop and look when z-mane hit the scene
these bustas just some beetles, but no john lennon
pocket stayin’ obese while their jeans skinny
yeah, polo with the snapback to match
your girl thinks that i’m a main course and you a snack
she said that i’m a g and that’s a well-known fact
i get a white girl and make her fade to black
ah!
z-mane!

[hook]

[verse 3: armyboy]
mess with my crew, that might be the end of you
that’s just what i freakin’ do, you don’t like me, i don’t like you
three boys in the game straight runnin’, i ain’t kevin hart, so this stuff ain’t funny
laugh at my pain, that delete your name, you don’t really want it cause i’ll give it to you, mane
tired of the hate cause i’m tryna get the love, hip-hop’s in the dirt, so i’m tryna get it up
so i say “that’s enough” cause i really had enough, man, these people ain’t tough, more like rubber ducks
(quack, quack!) naw, i’m done with that, talk smack, then get smacked
i’m not ludacris, but get back, we run the game, you just got lapped
k!ll rappers, get hit, bang, bang
boy, you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the range!
naw, they wasn’t with me shootin’ in the range
and they ain’t gon’ be with me when i make another change
they say they’re big bucks, well i’ll turn em into change
maybe then a dime could be your girl’s name
it’s a shame, how bad i gotta do em
tiny as flies, that’s why i always gotta shoo em
yes, still one of the best, raised in the south, but born in the west
my words are the bullets, you ain’t got no vest, so have fun taking 2 shots to the chest
do it for my town, i’m o-city bound, when is your time? not now
you have just been shot down, never welcome in my town
i turn their smiles around, i’ll make em say oh someway, somehow
i’m tryna lounge but they keep trying me
why you think the rap population is slowly dying, g?
i’ll burn the atmosphere, call me global warming
that’s just a warning, the skinny boy storming
me, z, and k.o. make these people turn them tables
your room in this game is bout as big as a stable
compete with us? man, you know you’re not able
just face it, your music’s pretty tasteless
i don’t listen to you cause that’s time well wasted
3-man nuke, turn your city into a wasteland
may your soul rest in peace, lord, amen

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