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red cafe - may i lyrics

[intro]
n-gg-z just love the cash
shake down n-gg-z say yea
1-9 n-gg-z love the cash
h-a-r-d-r-o-c-k yo bk no, oh, oh, oh

[bridge]
you ain’t gotta love what i do, like what i do
but you gon’ respect what i do
i don’t like nothin’ about you, frontin’ about you
we gon’ get money without you

[verse 1]
when shake down come through, who you gon’ run to?
have my money or we gon hunt you
clak clak show you what the gun do
my murder game like a roy jones one, two
now when the funds due who still gonna front you
son dude you might get slumped on a humble
might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble
cause hazard to ya hustle
knew it wasn’t hard to touch you
especially when the bark, bark got a muzzle
and make the sound m-ffled
chah – chah {-silencer-} brook-lyn muscle
is i, always prepared for scuffles
you see i must do what i must do
n-gg-z screamin’ f-ck me, well n-gg- f-ck you!

[chorus]
may i, keep a little something for the g’s
and, make a few ends while i breeze through
the late night shift on some late night sh-t
on the gangstas roam
may i, keep a little something for the g’s
and, make a few ends while i breeze through
the late night shift on some late night sh-t
while ya momma ain’t home

[verse 2]
my mercedes sittin on amg’s
squeeze three 80’s ’til they empty
seen lately it’s a style to hate me
but even when inside i’m cool like a a/c
the nickel back sole in the park they paid me
the pj’s get shot up they blame me
ya b-tch wanna real n-gg-, she gon’ page me
i’m the voice of brooklyn, n-gg- you crazy
questions need to be answered
s-xy rap n-gg-z needing a dancer, i’m cancer
kill you in a matter of days
you’s a durag n-gg- that i battled ya ways
it’s inclusive, or shake a slug off, i’m elusive
got new guns can’t wait to use it
although, i step all slow
get respect also, hold tech’s i’m all-pro

[chorus]

[bridge]

[verse 3]
now we official, i’ll address my issues
either comply or i twist you, simple
hardrock, been livin’ on hard knock
hate a b-tch n-gg- that car hop, no
the dashboard in my bm, kinda confusing
head game on my bm, cause confusion
i pump rock myself, like the infusion
shake down got pink but not an illusion

[chorus]

- red cafe lyrics

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