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bubba ken - anola chambers lyrics

just one look just one and i know my ex she won’t like you just one ,just one and i know, baby got her mind made up. she don’t even know what she on, who you think i got laid up baby, come on, come on

i don’t tip+toe around the subject, this energy, chemistry here. i would like to address that i practice patience, but i want you right now. see, i know couple girls and i know what they like. same couple girls, i don’t like how they act. won’t you explain your life till this point , n0body know this weight that you hold again and again, how you like to remind where this fire came about. do you whisper the name that you gave onto me, remember when we was young how we came up it’s almost as if we waited this time just to meet up like this, making no noise , speak in signals speak with our hands so many times this life do remind, don’t fly too close so i keep my chain tucked for the rest of my life, chip on my shoulder still clean on my knees, i’m humble as f+ck, elude confidence in a way that you don’t, work bravado, she feels that ego, that’s loss of interest that’s my two cents. i ain’t raising no voice, my tone has presence. she wants to listen and that’s the difference. she’ll say i’m too young, but i’ve heard it before, la, la, la, la, how she end up undone, say what you want, but i’m real as they come

let my ego do a bit, hot summer day, outside la up on anola. you would’ve thought i was trying to cut weight deep in the chamber, word is shaolin, my word do kung fu, i run you the circles, eat off the stainless, degree for the word, tell me how good i got it, tell me how bad you want it f+ck what it said, watch how i move, way harder than you. you would’ve thought i got baby on the way how i sprint every inch, how much time did it take just to get right here, stuck on the feed lost in the hype, imma keep it real light. you can’t handle no truth, don’t be perplexed. don’t aggravate a muscle. i’ll be gentle when i f+ck you, back on my way, passive+aggressive get the f+ck out my face. what kind of work gon get my mind right? i’m a c rock after the slap, rocking pinstripes pacing the palace, get a name big, household everywhere you go, everything you cl!ck, everyone you meet will politic my hits, comment on character, how it seem effortless. how he worked hard and probably persevered just to get right here, all the things they will not admit, all them things that you saw first

you saw fist (one more time with it, one more time with it) one more aye, one more time with it, one more time with it

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