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fes taylor - double up lyrics

[intro: black jesus]
what’s good, ya’ll, it’s your boy black jesus
for the mixtape, and my n-gg- fes taylor
we gon’ lay it down right quick, man
harlem 6 forever, chambermusik, what’s good baby?
what’s going on clef? agr, wil power what’s good baby?
sourface, let’s go, my n-gg-

[black jesus:]
you don’t really really want it, f-ck beef, like fish, i gut it
give you airtime, you ain’t reach that public
you not a boss, you a puppet, controlled by the bootleg hate
n-gg-s is gay, to let god judge it
i’m disgusted with like most of ya’ll, so i had to break ya b-lls
cause taylor felt the same way, brung the extra sk
will light that -ss up, if you looking for problems
leave ’em gutted and trash dumped, in the middle of harlem
i’m squeezing for a reason, on your plot and treason
before i let the game die, you n-gg-s won’t be breathing
looks is deceiving, you’se a punk on the low
i’m taking your cash fast and killing you real slow
n-gg- you ain’t know, but you knowing it now though
n-gg- i don’t spit flames, homey i spar flows
i’m lava, my product gets hotter and hotter
like jesus and the harlem 6, we cornering the market

[chorus: black jesus]
these are pushing flows, bout to be on a roll
brother, you ain’t know
got to get that dough, sh-t is outta control
letting beef unfold
better get that game, like a real sick thang
n-gg-, we don’t care
n-gg-, it’s our time, trynna stop my grind
and i’ll pop my nine

[fes taylor:]
aiyo, bred manhattanville n-gg-, move to the killah hill
beastie boys tell the homey to chillie chill
they wanna kill me still, i feel a milly, still
get me protected like a vest or a riot shield
so when i fire steel, b-tches admire my wheel
even the haters say my attire is i’ll
taylor i’m too cool, plus all this ice in my jewels
probably drop the temp in the room, i icicle fools
staten to harlem got dispet swag
shoot a n-gg- wearing wu-tang masks, you don’t gotta ask
we run new york, gangstas only listen when the gun talk
either you loc’d out or play the bloodsport
harlem 6, n-gg-, two 4 war
you n-gg-s always be behind me, like a u-haul door
so, follow my lead, ya’ll couldn’t follow my speed
like your baby moms swallow my seeds, n-gg-

[chorus]

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