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styles p - the professionals lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
get to missin’ when this pistol get to blickin’
get your range on the ignition, n-gg-, listen
play your position, drug dealer, musician
now i sell fruit, lets call this fruition
school of hard knocks, yeah, i paid my tuition
if i made my decision that somebody gotta go
then you oughta dock a boat, you could find ’em when they fishin’
the ghost and i’m harder than iron man and vision
all the avengers, too many rap pretenders
need they brain on the fender, got the full-clip agenda
who lookin’ for a slot? i fit you in the schedule
gun’ll put you to sleep, the bullets made of benadryl

[chorus: lil fame]
you f-ckin’ with professionals, we clear the place out
in a place, leave a n-gg- face down (trip her out)
we got the spot cased out
you motherf-ckers face down
you f-ckin’ with professionals, we clear the place out
in a place, leave a n-gg- face down (trip her out)
we got the spot cased out
you motherf-ckers face down
you f-ckin’ with professionals (professionals)

[verse 2: styles p]
well, let me get back to it
lot of n-gg-s hop on the beat but could not rap to it
now me? i change flows like you change clothes
the mango on the tip of the nine out the durango
a lot of rappers sweeter than the 14th of february (yeah)
a pint of ben and jerry’s (yeah), claimin’ they legendary (yeah)
i invite you to dance right in the cemetery
i ain’t bring a song, just a forty-four long
you a bunkie n-gg-, why you f-ckin’ with king kong?
you a goldfish, i’m the megladon in the pond
i’ll make you a famous ghost
yeah, you listenin’ to fame and ghost, you c-ck sucker

[verse 3: styles p]
recommendin’ you go or recommendin’ you know
you test me, i clap like it’s the end of the show
not your average joe, i will stab you in your throat
tryna duck the bad habits, got a habit with the smoke
i’m really tryna mature, n-gg-s foul as manure
but they lack horsepower when i’m stronger than thor
i explore my options, i employ myself, so
i enjoy myself, a n-gg- cliquin’ on tours
i’m goin’ through the window, n-gg- knockin’ the doors
if you don’t get the wave, my n-gg-, stay on the sh-r-
i just need a lil’ fame (ohh) and that’s word to lil fame (ohh)
bet this gun’ll let you dance for the cash, i let it bang

[outro: lil fame]
’cause i’m-’cause i’m-’cause i’m lookin’ for cash
you f-ckin’ with professionals
’cause i’m-’cause i’m-’cause i’m lookin’ for cash
you f-ckin’ with professionals

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