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dude madison - want it lyrics

[verse 1]: (dude madison)

momma told me always to be honest
so honestly i’m feeling like this life isn’t the kindest
and winter’s dead and gone, but there’s still a colder climate
and there’s havoc in the street, but baby i could be your tyrant
it’s almost the curtain call, well listen yo i’m surgical. i’m cuttin’ these lyrics like a mountain man’s vertical
and when i land it’ll be on the moon, i’ll be known as the biggest fish up in the lagoon
coming soon, starting right this june, yo it’s my season
caesar couldn’t even approach me imma seize the moment
work on my focus, less hocus pocus more musical devotion
gotta get the right mixture that’s my potion
a blank notebook and a bowl of potent
what can i say baby, that be my culture
and the vultures best be burning in sulfur

[hook]: (lil aza)
i want the game, the money, the fame, the honeys. you know that (i want it x2)
(keep dropping hot sh-t until they know i’m bout it x2)
i’m selling this fire, mmm do we have any buyers
mmm i’m taking this higher…

[verse 2]: (d$trong)
look who’s back, the n-gga with the ski mask
everybody down or a bullet gonna lean past
take me to the safe, you know where the key at!
one more time imma put your whole t–th back
put your seat back chuggin’ on a o.e
i ball hard, n-ggas think that i’m kobe!
or mj, motherf-cker got 6 rings
i’m raising the bar below the age of 16
smoke weed, blow trees
it’s like driving through queens with a fresh breeze
it’s like waking up, living in your best dream
today’s n-ggas’ lines are a little downstream
cake, cake, like a pound cake
your lines is at a downrate
you can’t see me like a blind date
i spit fire just to boost the arson rate!
i’m ballin’ now n-gga, call me cash money (ch-ching)!
why y’all dudes laughin’ i ain’t say sh-t funny
y’all n-ggas is bums, acting like y’all got it
f-ckin’ with d$trong man you never thought about it
cause i’m the best, to h-ll with the rest
i just want def jam to be cutting my checks n-gga!
n-gga, n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with the best!

[hook]

[outro]

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