VOLUME 8 - THROW IT BACK

Lyrics
[Intro] G Missy (Holla) Okay Aye [Verse] Walk up in that thang Call me Jackie Chan Yeah I stay stuntin', I ain't got no bling I don't rock no chains I don't drive no Range My kicks ain't got no creases Shirt ain't got no stains Okay now we back Y'all know imma snap Go the extra mile On anybody track Okay do the math Units moving fast Fell in love with Missy the first time she Threw It Back They say where he at? I don't even see him Heard he get it in with Latino's and Korean's And them Filipino's, Sippin' Pellegrino Stuck in Southern Lingo feeling like a Gringo I could give a Key-Note I could teach a class When you get the bag You still gon' let the past show Did you see my last show? Yeah I'm in my prime Make you Break Ya Neck When I Busta Rhyme Yeah you sucka lying Yeah why the fuck you lying You ain't there yet But it one day at a time You just ride the pine I'm one of a kind This ain't photoshop This how I'm Designed Watch me Quarterback Watch me Shoulder pad Watch me Go to bat Watch me Secure the bag Watch me Write my shit I think Y'all quoted that I see Y'all ignore the facts Play 45's like Jordan back When the 40 bag was a quarter back I swore to god there's more to rap I wanna tap in to the form Like a fully auto with a shoulder strap Like brrrrrrrt Like move back boy I murdered that I circled back like a turtle back In highschool on Percocet Like I hurt my back Word to that I'm certified Where Durham at I know you heard of that Gon' call the medic I don't think y'all get it I am so indebted But I still want my credit (I don't need no edits)
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- G YAMAZAWA