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lirik lagu genesis – dre mickel

man supreme on the chest/
got the gleam on my neck/
i ain’t never been a laker but kareem show respect/
man dre mickel been a villain/
got some jeans on my leg/
that you couldn’t never sit in/
boy so please come correct/
n-gg-s hatin on me sayin/
that id never ever make it/
had brunette b-tch jamaican turned her hair she super sayian/
man these n-gg-s steady fakin/
stayin salty so they shakin/
boy i’m ballin like a pacer/
b-tch you minor check the major/
in my city and i’m rollin round/
yo b-tch might be sober now/
when she leave with me you best believe she outta focus now/
b-tch i’m in the lead my sh-t is recent while i’m outta town/
yo chick wanna be with d-r-e/
there ain’t no way around/
it, i’m the sh-t/
man i write another hit/
i ain’t never hit a lick but i could take a n-gg-s b-tch/
all these n-gg-s want the money bad/
i ain’t never stuntin that/
cuz i get the money had the money f-ck a humble brag/
man i know it’s different when i step up in the party/
man i’m chillin with a bunny wanna test a molly/
i ain’t even touchin it best believe i’ll touch her body/
cuz i wasn’t showing up to only kick it like karate/

[chorus]

(dre mickel) rollin’ up while my phone ringing’/
(tony blunt) b-tch i’m up check a n-gg- wrist/
(dre) i got that white like a snow demon/
(tony) i got them packs ima make ’em flip/
(dre) man they wonder why a n-gg- acting n-gg-rish/
(tony) cause a n-gg- got a vicious wrist/
(dre) a young n-gg- twisting up like licorice
(both) so they can tell i’m first up like genesis/

[verse 2: tony blunt]

rollin out the pack cause i can/
why i work my wrist cause i can/
why i f-ck yo b-tch cause i can/
and i can cause i’m the f-ckin man/

im the m-th-f-ckin man and ya b-tch know it/
put the cap on yo ho know got ya b-tch goin/
i’m a young cleveland savage and ya clique know it/

if you need a pack we can get the sh-t goin/
i’ll just get my wrist goin/
my wrist got my hip goin/
ring ring hit my hip homie/
told you n-gg-s i got what you n-gg-s wanted/
and i put it up for front n-gg- i never flaunted/

don’t be mad at a n-gg- cause yo b-tch want me/
cause i’m dope boy clean not a stain on me/
big talk or you could get stained homie/
and i told y’all
don’t none of them lames know me/
servin in my lane homie/
twistin up only wit my n-gg-s doe/
and that sh-t constant like a metronome/

you could slang off my jack/
and you could gone hit my hitta/
if you need dat vanilla/
then i put you wit that n-gg-/
cause young blunt is that n-gg-/

chop up the white/
slice up the baby/
i’m thinking bout money/

it’s just me and my nighas h-tten licks
what the f-ck do you really know bout this/

[hook]

- dre mickel

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