X 2013

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Erick the Architect - Rap

X 2013

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[Verse 1] Uh, wake up in the morning, look my nigga I can't recall it She's a ho, so usually I leave used condoms in the toilet It's mutual, I can promise, you used to enroll in college Now she rollin' my chronic, now me, that gin and tonic See I often may spark that haze (Spark that haze), keep it goin' like all the way Got an old soul, don't love the po-po, shorty ride good like she sittin' on bulls Look yo best when you got no clothes, what's a pimp nigga without no hoes? What's jewelery without rappers? [Chorus] Don't give a damn about your money, don't give a damn about your new car Nigga I'm frying, flying, nigga I'm righteous where you are Nigga I'm gone, I don't know my way home, so stuck in the zone It's no doubt, it's no doubt [Post-Chorus] Throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands up if you're feeling it Throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands up if you're feeling it [Verse 2] Tippin' all the right strippers, from L.A. but she like clippers I'm a Knicks fan, I'm insistent, but somehow we are always coexistin' When the batteries' depleted in my dish man I would hit the corner store and buy a bowl of shipment Dollar for the pack, I ain't ever slang crack, double-As were the fix, double-Ds were her tits Who could say jealousy and greed don't mix? Who could say they're ever redeemed [?] From the era where cops never detox, walk the streets in belief, you don't need locks Cars on the blocks need paint jobs, and my niggas need Jah, fifteen Gs is like fifty Gs to a nigga So I need to deliver but I'm out for the deez, brought a quart of water and an ounce of the (trees) [Chorus] Don't give a damn about your money, don't give a damn about your new car Nigga I'm frying, flying, nigga I'm righteous where you are Nigga I'm gone, I don't know my way home, so stuck in the zone It's no doubt, it's no doubt [Post-Chorus] Throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands up if you're feeling it Throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands up if you're feeling it [Outro] From the rocks of Plymouth, from 2Pac to Grimace Life is endless, stupendous Tremendous, life is endless Your friend is mine Intertwine, vocabulary divine Lyrical manslaughter Master, superior, king, queen, everything Lookin' at me crazy Would you do me a favor? Take your phone out, text all your exes, and say, "I'm at church! F you! Forgive you, for lyin' on me, and talkin' about me" "Pastor, my mama don't like you!" Well, F yo' mama! "My family don't like you!" Well, F your family too! You know what? Jump on your feet, snap your fingers, say, "F everybody in here!"

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  • Erick the Architect