Name:
morgaan
E-mail:
nucklehead@aim.com
Location: boston,mass
Birthday: 31 December, 1995
Bio:
MAKE IT RAIN (FAT JOE)
Yeah im in this bitch for terror Got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella
I make it rain,(I make it rain)
I'm in this bitch for terror got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain (I make It rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoes i make it rain (I make it rain)
i make it rain on them hoesCr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
U hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, u seen how that metal
Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
U a busta a custerma, I get u sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at ur reverend
I see u in NY, I'll send u an invite, U gon need u a pass that's the code that we live by
OWWWW Clap Clap Clap Gotta make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Clap Clap Clap Clap Gotta Make that ass Clap Gotta make that ass Clap
Now why's everybodi so mad at the south for
Change ur style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listenin(listenin), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now yup yup we get it, no advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin even when its Drownin
Owwwww mami's bodi is bangin man she got it man she does it all
She gets it poppin with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on em I'll lay a game 2 em
I'm gassin misses to tattoo my name on em
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me,xactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And U Kno what it is, yo its them powder kids
And we kno how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.
Interests: "This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race"
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in, yeah
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on
But I digress
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars*,
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This bandwagon's full
Please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
Yeahh?
Whoa-ohh
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing, until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate,
Oh so intricate
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