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easy mo bee - sunstroke lyrics

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five star general spit, hush them n-gg-s
i star, why even discuss them n-gg-s?
by far, i’m the sh-t, flush them n-gg-s
f-ck them n-gg-s, i’ma crush them n-gg-s

chrome heater, street sweeper
gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter
twelve shot nine now, one of my new pets
and when these twins squeeze it sounds like duets

n-gg- burn, yeah, my fam learn to earn
we got sh-t locked with no key holes to turn
platinum navigator, easy when you earn a buck
it’s like a big f-ckin’ beeper when you turn it up

sh-t vibratin’
hoes t-tties bouncin’, rubbin’ all on my sh-t, b-tch try waitin’
straight to the telly huh, sauce got angles to hit
billboards triangles and sh-t

and who’s jeter? the don juan for you don con’s
in the double nine yukon, tote two arms
from brooknam ’til death do
and i bet you when i spit shots they connect to dead you

lil’ monkeys postin’ for wreck
they get trapped up and extorted for your toast and your vest
i’m no joke, so laugh and be laughin’ to death
and if you think it’s so simple, you’ll be g-ssed and then left

it’s the game tight n-gg-, chain two below
i’m a gigolo mommy, the fame i ain’t fo’
the foes i don’t hate, hoes i don’t chase
henny i drink straight, my money is big faced

for you small change n-gg-s who playin’ to ball
i got six digits now, what you playin’ it for?
i’m the youngest out of marcy and the sh-t don’t stop
steppin’ up to the top ’bout to have sh-t locked.

you want hits? we got hits
nothin’ but the hot hits, once it drop
everybody’s topless
(sunstroke)

hennessey shots and fly b-tches
(gun smoke)
the enemies plot on my riches

you want hits? we got hits
nothin’ but the hot hits, once it drop
everybody’s topless
(sunstroke)

hennessey shots and fly b-tches
(gun smoke)
the enemies plot on my riches

my automatic stoutest be off balance
gun with the silence
outta state, mad mileage
your crew wild but we the wildest

switch my trigger finger often to prevent a callus
for me many men hold malice, i react with violence
since we tryin’ to double the dough, we double the sins
even the gnats is double now lookin’ like fraternal twins

the rap killings be serial
the feds tried to link da rainjahz to the crime
through the use of genetic material
i’m takin’ all bets, who want it?

wise, hard to touch, weavin’ sh-t like prince naseem hamed
the flow is ten karat and your lyrics is poor
big horse, plus you walk like your salads been tossed
smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold thats stolen

straight haul off and smack a n-gg- just for posin’
bleed hennessey, rhyme like theres ten of me
so you remember me?
every verse, i’m on should be considered a felony

why the f-ck n-gg-s be hatin’? i don’t even know
n-gg-s need to go ahead with them outdated flows
da rainjahz ’cause precipitation, and we rain in this b-tch like
hurricane mitch

f-ck the fame, son, i’m in it for the dough and another whip
ghetto cracked out on some other sh-t
style switch, leave the whole city dark like the mothership
ya’ll know the half, i hold the nine with the rubber grip

seen less, ya’ll re-imported by the government
if i wasn’t rappin’ i’d be on the corners bubblin’
doublin’ my cream on a triple beam
instead i keep the team tight and feel like ain’t sh-t gon’ divide us

not even riches, not even b-tches
look now, n-gg-s of the world stay paintin’ pictures
of the inner-city realness
who can relate? roll and fat one and feel this
we put it down

you want hits? we got hits
nothin’ but the hot hits, once it drop
everybody’s topless
(sunstroke)

hennessey shots and fly b-tches
(gun smoke)
the enemies plot on my riches

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