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tonik & major - the warm up (practice) lyrics

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[verse 1: tonik]
i’m facing, in the air, loud blazing i work so f-cking hard these b-tches deny that i’m taking
disrespectful just as all these hoes so blatant
girl really love me but these hoes still wasted
heart ice cold so bold risk i’m taking she moved in my heart but by my ears my beat is vacant
hoes steady breaking, wanting me she can’t take it
making another promise but only come through to give d-ck
dip-sh-t behavior my dip-sticks her flavor i turn her body on like a heart defibrillator
breaker, old school game like a sega my swag on galaxy my level is omega
do it so big know my partner name is major
used to chop me up and i got a chopper that fade’s ya
blades ya, wesley snipes demolition we take up
[?] you hiding under like makeup

[verse 2: major]
and we don’t f-ck with no fakes stuff
me and tonik, we balling out and we ain’t taking no pay cuts no life jacket can save us
n-gg-s act like they know me, better watch your back if you owe me
can’t make no money with no slow feet, cold n-gg- that tote heat
how your racks still ain’t got no cheese?
walk around gotta be hank on me
all these b-tches wanna hang with a g
all these chains keep hanging on me
banging on you ain’t no banging on me
say they got guns but they ain’t gon’ squeeze
i’ma be in first till i d-i-e
and you at the end like xyz

[verse 3: tonik]
saying, if i was a blunt you wouldn’t face me
word to my n-gg- and you know we die blazing
flyer than a angry man that i’m amazing shave you n-gg-s off like a beard on a caveman
sh-t i really love my girl please watch me go blazing scr-ping the wind when the people don’t taste it sipping on naked-
juice, turning me loose better f-ck [?] take it up
why n-body n-gg- try to step to me he shooting for no reason like he got a vasectomy
n-gg- i’ma already protecting me and mama gon’ be mad when she find the smith n wesson piece
with a piece of the n-gg-s who try to test the team we shooting at willy beam i’m chasing the money dream, money team my n-gg-s a hurricane dumping at you dummies who be thinking that you funny i got shooters on my team

[verse 4: major]
hiring some hitters
riding with k!llers i’m talking ’bout n-gg-s who ready to stretch you
riding with choppers you don’t have no money so why would i rob you?
i wouldn’t lie to you just wanna hear mama say that i’m proud of you
that’s what that loud will do n-gg- i been the truth ever since baby food if it ain’t money then i am not in the mood what’s gotten into you?
it can get ugly just like beetlejuice
don’t be mad at that hoe cause she ain’t feeling you
look the judge in his eyes when he sentence you
let him know he can’t hold you down and see it through, major



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