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lupe fiasco - you, me, him, her (freestyle) lyrics

[lupe fiasco]

some… snapper is he, in the dirty call me young trapper md
.40 cal gun clapper empty, none matter, none dapper, son rapper mc
too much before so i chatter simply, over any proteus drum pattern m-p
through your pro-tools, modules, and mac smpte
gather round gon’ be rather lengthy
its all good new pan rapper is me
nike shoes bandana, fendi
cadillac black like a bentley, gotta bat never lack young mack a pimpy
while you smacks her down i tap her gently, the chitter-chatter done got her friendly
the game i runs like a lapper indeed, can’t catch her breath heart patter quickly
whether grippin’ a mic or palmin’ a pistol
i get it well done, its medium rare to be so raw in the middle
get little be ghost or gone, i am a lawn you can’t post up on, no meet with waist i keep toaster on
i need more i’m so close to dawn, i can’t be blurred out the fo-cus is on (n-gga)
y’all kids ain’t cuttin the di-jon i pull up to ya car like grey poupon rookie
pimpin’ in that grey coupe on 20’s then i peel off like o-ranges
watch yourself senor’s dangerous
whether givin’ a whole (hole) or breakin’ half if i bring the danger shake it fast, truck… full of holes like jason’s mask
no mystikal, don’t miss wit the cal.. 40 that is shorty that is
don’t press your luck, accelerators what i press in the truck, i’m so ghetto
elevators ain’t lettin’ you up, i’m a big boy (big boi) everybody in love wit lu, she you and your cousin too
just cadillac doors and outta mack 4’s, old folks turnin’ cataracts toward him
i’m so hard to see and so hard to be, hey, can you handle traction, push an abraham lincoln or an andrew jackson
(paid) rodgers and hammerstein, n-ggas turn into dodgers when hammers gleam
they don’t like the words but they’ll honor the magazine, i’m the source of the sh-t
forty-four in my jockey draws i’m the horse of this sh-t but my money never short
n-ggas there’s no eatin’ here n-gga don’t put ya money into forks
n-ggas its a cold cold world don’t put your money in shorts n-ggas

- lupe fiasco lyrics

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