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keelow ali - 1994 lyrics

verse
i made 10 thousand off of rap
i don’t think i’m coming back
told that hoe go where she want
just know it ain’t no coming back
compet-tion what is that get the strap
curtis jack

i’m riding ’round atlanta
tryna bring 3 stacks back
i’m riding ’round hammer same size
as shaq calf
i’m better and you know it
you jealous and you show it

we don’t speak the same language
you better off talkin’ polish
oh i’m your rap dad
somebody call maury povich
caliperi, patino they refer to me as coach

we ain’t talk ain’t talk ’bout no c-notes
i could careless ’bout yo’ quotes
i don’t care about your friends
your followers, {or} yo’ posts
i got potnas on parole
and loading hollows into
poles, [who] put parelli’s
and heating rocks on the stove

(like it’s 1994)
(like it’s 1994)
(like it’s 1994)
(like it’s 1994)
(like it’s 1994)

hook
i feel like diddy n-gga
(1994)
i feel like biggie n-gga
(1994)
i feel like 2pac
(1994)
i feel like snoop dogg
(1994)
it’s 1994 (flexing on these hoes)
like 1994 it’s 1994

verse
i been spitting for so long
i’m getting dizzy writing raps
i confuse dumb n-ggas
like chemistry, elements, isotopes
here’s a simple bar my car go zoom
like a microscope
close to god, split the skies
lightning bold, look at these fiends jeans
tighter than a towing rope
i been at the bottom standing taller than
a totem pole
yeah bro i know you tote a pole and you
sending hoes and she look center fold and
you getting tell us something that we didn’t
know please tell us something 10 million n-ggas didn’t
tell us before
i got a desert eagle with a pelican nose
you a gross misdemeanor
i felony flows
so we different did forget
to mention
i hate my women submissive
and a lil less than aggressive
when she got her sh-t together
i get harder than a harvard semester
bet you press her chester molester
while i sit back and bless her like it’s
1994 on a hoe getting dough with my bros
(wit my bros)

- keelow ali lyrics

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