Lupe Fiasco Diddy (Freestlyle) текст песни, слова песни Diddy (Freestlyle) Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco - Diddy (Freestlyle)
It is him again
Lupe Fiasco
1st & 15th niggas
Chitown, holla
You know
I'm from them hard blocks
Give moon roofs to hard tops
They want me to turn it off like jar tops
But I get it up, like alarm clocks
In foreign spots, heroine rocks, the wrong drops [?] who waaant shots
I'm on the court, most niggas is commentary
Don't play ya self like solitaire
I been through, most niggas is honorary
I play the storm like halle berry
Put you in monastaries for that monetary NO!
Leave you cryin in pain
What I gotta scream for hold 9 iron while I'm drivin a range
You talk like I fold or somethin
Like I don't flip birdie hold eagle that'll put a hole-in-one
I'll give you cadillacs, full of apple jacks, this metal claps, this battle axe, benjamins baby
You wash the tub like tracy addlap
With my gun I produce the cali like Battlecat
You can't, handle that, ONE!
Get lost niggas
Be gone niggas
Yooo! fiasco
Holla back niggas!
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