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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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Just Blaze, Bleek & Free [Feat. Freeway]
Lyricist:Malik Deshawn Cox, Leslie Pridgen, Justin Gregory Smith
Hey yo, Guru, this 'Just Blaze, Bleek & Free', right? So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'? Get that outta here, stick to makin' beats I stick to yo' moms, nigga, just blaze
Just roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme Young E's had game since the days of Atari Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G train Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game Niggas don't want no part of me Bitches they wanna roll up, roll out Sit in the Ferrari, breeze through Marcy, yup
They know I'm gangsta in every way, yup I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday But P Game, how I lean to fit it because mami don't act right I got to leave these bitches, you know
I chase bread, dog, I'm after the spread, dog The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari Can't believe mami deny me, poonani
But I guess she don't listen to rap So I'ma slut her like a ghost in the hole, missin' the track, huh? An' I'm a P I M P, fo' sho Rep ROC, N Y C for short
F R, two Es slide through, deliver more, what? ROC, P.H.I for short, por favor I twist backwards swerve in the jeep Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin' for Bleek
Bleek sleep, makin' me sick, won't answer the phone Motorola two way, you may answer to Freeway I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap Where you at? Got a room full of freaks
An' they tryin' to get right, we could smut 'em all night An' get them chickens outta sight, pass them hoes, then mack it G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay I could get 'em from point A to point G
Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway everyday Up an' down, Back an' forth, in an' out, know every route
Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the Jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? C'mon
An' all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at? C'mon
All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin' We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week an' they blow it You know an' you know, there's some ofa's sittin' low An' my dogs know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing See, it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans But lil' mami, is you rollin' or what? You fucka, you suck For real, I'm tryna see what's up wit you
Introduce you to the pimp an' the playas It's no playin' 'coz I'm a gangsta, I don't fuck with them hatas An' basic hatin' is the part I ain't feelin' Hoes wanna fuck 'coz there's shit that I'm willin'
Once they see it, I just fuck up they head An' when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face Right now I'm fuckin' wit hoes, they don't gimme face, shit
Where my bitches who stack niggas? Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper But'll light you up with the Jigga man Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at? Where my real bitches at? C'mon
An' all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at? Where my real niggas at? C'mon
Just blaze Just blaze
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