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from The Renaissance (2008)
Now that I know what is boy
For your epitaph niggers Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass Siphon and not your cash Seeing the door in a flash While I stay enclosed Walking out my clothes she said, I won't trade him for nothing You're mother fucking right Walking this shit every night Fin this shit? Hold it tight Rina Filma on my sleeve? Even when I have to leave Cooler than even in the breeze Do you believe I was waiting for nothing The one division leader In the rebound new group of shorties Off the post, going coast to coast She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she saying "No, he good, I mean" I won't trade him for nothing For no amount of dough Franchise this man Give him all the things you can Think long term plans He be bringing in the fans Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream I won't trade him for nothing Cause she know what?s better her top and Now a beckon on the flu Like a running with the nicest nigger Kinda sorta ? When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter I won't trade him for nothing The club house king Batting practice Slugger swing, Game time same thing When I'm in about a minute Holding the bat, as good as fat She's out the park and coming back she?s saying I won't trade him for nothing And for ray you say you get it good If you were the ball player at all And the famous fall inevitably will make a call Hanging memorabilia from you walls This is why you can't trade me I won't trade him for nothing Now that I know what is boy You can bet your money on a sure thing Certain profit?s what it brings Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade? I won't trade him for nothing Cause in the air there's a teammate you're looking for Back-shoot and laughter ball ? Leaves it all on the floor Always looking to score Pep talks in the locker room This is why you sing this tune I won't trade him for nothing And then you reach can't make me sit out I go til you get out Her ball no get out An all night get-down I train for the pressure And come out fresher Equipped for the game You know my name, it makes me better I cheer for the whole team Let's go for the whole thing The ballots that you're holding MVP voting And I represent the sentiment you're emoting And you say I won't trade him for nothing The physical ability with mental capability Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity And I ain't really seeing me Vacating this community I?m staying in I won't trade him for nothing I'm glad that you feel this way, Here is where I like to play Need to hear it everyday They cheer for me, say "Olay!" Wait a minute, "Andale?" I don't know, well anyway |
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