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jerry buss - errol holden & roc marciano lyrics

[verse 1]
microphone, ayo
dead winner, head splitter
the go*getters go get it and i wait for ’em, i lay for ’em
soon as they show, it’s game time at the forum, pray for ’em
the simplicity of being a robber is
as natural to me as a one and a half with the grain to a seasoned barber
ain’t no minor “our fathers” or cries during the duet that’s gonna suppress the ambition of supreme pursuers
homie was drunk off pineapple juice and kahlua
when i seen his ap with the camouflage band, glittering abovе his hand
my bright smile disarmed him, coupled with thе, “peace god” it calmed him
took four more steps, spun on and bombed him
give me that, idiot, before he could pivot back i was on him
another game at the forum
microphone, uh

[verse 2]
my honey from brooklyn knows the one*twenty
my pops used to get wild money in nc
or could have been roanoke with the gaurd and them, so and so
heard he hit a l!ck for ten things with a tre pound, old as polio
it’s criminality in my chromosomes
cash money relieve pain faster than cortisone
quarter zones and heat, man
sold a spot in spartanburg for 700, 650 if i see you running
lil homie from greenville, keep that paper coming
he spent 30 with me last week, and he’s spinning back
he said what he just spent, he doubling that
is it the same thing? believe that, come on back
chrome heart hat with the lips on it
frost grade dope with the mix on it
project bench doing dips on it
sparks steakhouse alumni
heron’ residue on my nails like fungi
chanel sneakers tied almost to the top
b*tch don’t stop sucking, i’m almost to the top
this can’t be the cool table if they hear
why would i play fair?
microphone, ayo, look
dead winner, head splitter
the go*getters go get it and i wait for ’em
lay for ’em, soon as they show, it’s game time at the forum, pray for ’em
the simplicity of being a robber is
it’s as natural to me as a one and a half with the grain to a seasoned barber
ain’t no minor “our fathers” or cries during the duet that’s gonna suppress the ambition of supreme pursuers
homie was drunk off pineapple juice and kahlua

- errol holden roc marciano lyrics

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