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Maya Huyana
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Inner City Dialogue
A lotta niggas try to stick it in me 'fore they stick to bidness wit me But a boss ain't having that From the bottom, not the Drizzy one, Dino sun My boys got drums like BattleCat I'm a westside hitter real spitter I don't need no damn cosign for my raps The thriller in Manila real queen post up with some pretty bee's in the trap Drop stacks like Baby Fuck you pay me Excuse my French cuz I'm mixed with Jamaican Imma be the best no ifs, ands, maybes We ain't following routes that y'all taking, no faking, its amazing Like Jason wit the Lyric Grind bad brakes so I hope that they hear it Pray that they fear it, but even if they didn't, it's a process of me healing and I know I'll make a million Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This is inner city dialogue, bare fridge no lights is on Cracked streets, foggy smog, tell you what I'm rhyming for Not for money not for cash Not for strippers shakin' ass We can make it I believe Listen to the city breathe
Most viewpoints are the male punctuation Most things belong to white population Gringo world but I still couldn't hate 'em Too much love in the home I was raised in Raised in, raised in Too much crime in the city I'm raised in Raised in, raised in Murda murda murda in the city I'm raised in
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