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lirik lagu p-diddy – robert martino

[intro]

ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya. ya, yo

one time it’s the young al capone

[verse]

yo check, i’ve been the illest since i came out
i stay out, my ripped jeans frayed out

made a million of a rhyme call that sh*t a payout
you quit when i stayed out

work until the sun up then i call that sh*t a fade out
you front the hustle

rhyme sick, i captain a lime rick
fill the 44 with glass and blast with the 9 tick

on the stick, pushing gas and blast with the old pedal
i tokyo drift then blast my name all on top the medal

i go blow, oh wow, it’s the young r*o*b i can’t stop now

chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, ow
i used to suck, used to suck but i’m dope now
see i was made to be crazily, date*ily, facially, racially
sp*ce fully, nasally, disgracefully

see i droppеd out of school said f*ck it lived shamelessly
tеachers said i suck but i still rap gracefully

uhh, i’m switching flows like i was born to write
corny mother f*ckers judging on my skin type

but i’ve been the illest for realist
so baby tell me that you feel this

k!ll this with the lyrics so deep that they leave you asking what the f*ck the deal is, like what the deal is

i’m getting better baby, thats what the f*ck the deal is

when i touch down i’m king of the city
while you were out getting drunk i was working overnights man it ain’t pretty

boy i’m so sick that i look like that i’m p*diddy
i was made for this f*cking city

but i’m puff before the sean
so hold up man and wait and watch what happens when they stop touch down and turn me on

it’s all filet mignon diamonds for the bestest
so much f*cking sh*t on my t**th i scare the dentist
can’t even touch on the style i been the restest
everything i spit of the top is straight memphis

living young and reckless, do this all effect less
f*ck a diamond chain i’ve got rings on my necklace

been here, i been there, now it’s like who doesn’t
cause the second that i blow i’m finna blow just like concussion

they rushing, and fushing, and blushing, and crushing, and rushing the rows, just to see me ball like jordan when the buzzer blows

so i’ve been going hard and balling up just the pros
just so i can prove that i can make it in my hand me down clothes

i’m chopping o’s, out the rows
spit it so sick that when i spit i think the grass grows

you can’t touch on the style it’s all finesse
and if you ask me who i was i’d say that i’m the best

i’m getting pressed by so many woman in a tes
that i have to hit it early when i’m getting dressed

thats just the style man i’m ankling to fork
and if i’m going off the top then it’s the king of new york
whats up

- robert martino

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