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n colt - ms alincy lyrics

(hook)
you motherf-ckers better do your job and roll up an watch how we roll up
an i can’t control it i can’t hold it it’s so nuts
i take a sip of that gnac i wanna f-ck
i take a hit of that chronic it got me stuck
but really was amazin is how i keep blazin
towel under the door we smoke until the day’s end
puff puff and p-ss don’t f-ck up rotation
hpnotiq for henny now n-gg- that’s a chaser
turn nuttin to somethin now pimpin that’s a savior
best things are green now pimpin get your paper
high off the ground from stair to skyscr-per
cool out thinkin we local c’mon homie ms alincy

(n colt)
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon

(verse 1 n colt)
feelin better that some head on a sunday afternoon
better than a chick that say yes too soon
until you have a daughter that’s what i call karma
and you pray to god she don’t grow br–sts to soon
projects to up gang signs is thrown up
n-gg-s hats broke off that’s how we grow up
why else you think shorties write rhymes just to blow up
get they first car and then irs show up
he ain’t never had shit but he had that 9
n-gg- come through flickin and he had that shine
put 2 and 2 together and a little bad weather
gon be your whole family on that funeral line
asked the reverend was the strip clubs cool
if my tips helped send a pretty girl through school
that’s all i want like winos want they good whiskey
i ain’t the klan but i brought my hood with me

(hook)

(rich homie quan)
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy
ms alincy c’mon homie ms alincy

(verse 2 rich homie quan)
i heard the beat and i ain’t know what to write
first line should it be about the hoes or the ice
fo-fo’s or black christ both flows’d be nice
rap about big paper or the black man plight
at the studio console asked my man to the right
what this verse sound like should i freestyle or write
he said quan what the fans want is flex and hit the quan
looked at the pen and pad fell and jotted what i feel
been like twelve years since a n-gg- first signed
now i’m a free agent and i’m thinkin it’s time
to build my very own motown
cause rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5’s
and it hurts to see these companies be stealin the life
and i love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
so y’all copped the lp’s and y’all fiends got dealt
i’m jesse jackson on the balcony when king got k!lled
i survived the livest n-gg-s around
lasted longer than more than half of you clowns
look i used to cook before i had the gang took
either way my change came like sam cooke

(chris brown)
feeling better than i ever felt before today
like better late than never is orientation
still we can make it better throwing all your cares away

(hook)

(chris brown)
feeling better than i ever felt before today
but better late than never it’s
orien-tation still we can make it better
throwin all your cares away

(hook)

(n colt & rich homie quan)
ms alincy (c’mon homie ms alincy)
ms alincy (c’mon homie ms alincy)
ms alincy (c’mon homie ms alincy)
ms alincy

(chris brown)
feeling better than i ever felt before today
but better late than never it’s
orien-tation still we can make it better
throwin all your cares away

(verse 3 dj khaled)
can i talk my shit again
can i talk my shit again
i can’t believe i’m back up in this motherf-cker
i’mma be late though
i gotta figure out what i’m finna wear
yeah…we the best is definitely in the building
good music’s definitely in the building
i gotta say what’s up to chris brown
on the vocals sings he sings quite beautifully
don’t you agree don’t you agree
uhh and jon brion on the keys right now
so they ask me – why you call it late graduation na
cause we talkin these motherf-ckers back to school
if you know this part right here feel free to sing along

(outro: chris brown) + (n colt)
feeling better than i ever felt before today
but better late than never it’s orien-tation (it’s orientation)
still we can make it better
throwin all your cares away… (we want you to get used to this)
(uhh, they cain’t do what we do baby)
(uh uh, uh uh, they cain’t do what we do baby)
(uh uh, uh uh, they cain’t do what we do baby)
(yeah…)

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