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always sound hungry - showbiz & a.g. lyrics

[verse 1: a.g.]
we gorillas in the mist feelin’ on your chick
i’m cool but my n*ggas got sh*t up in this sh*t
be cool ‘fore you slip
get at you like twitter, give you a sitter with a kid
you asked for this sh*t, use a bag when you sh*t
your shorty got bag from the get
she was bad, so i hit
now jump inside the box with a suit, if you quit, i’m the sh*t
put the pieces in place, erase the creeps
spare my soul on beats, face the streets
a’s a beast and shorty kind of slim
but her ass so fat, she hate to eat
krs fan, bdb lifer
i’m hazardous to a bet cipher
see me after twenty, always sound hungry
ballin’ with these young n*ggas, still gettin’ money
my passports speak it’s own language and it talk more and more as i grow famous
send my stamps so official
if they never saw you, then how they gonna miss you (how they gonna miss you)
i said the hood love me and i always stay humble
but if it ain’t pretty, then it’s ugly
f*ck it, no love, let the bulletproof hug me
the eagles see clear when it’s fuzzy

[chorus: a.g.]
see me after twenty, always sound hungry
ballin’ with these young n*ggas, still gettin’ money
see me after twenty, always sound hungry
ballin’ with these young n*ggas, still gettin’ money
see me after twenty, always sound hungry
ballin’ with these young n*ggas, still gettin’ money
see me after twenty, always sound hungry
ballin’ with these young n*ggas, still gettin’ money
[verse 2: a bless]
ah, i don’t f*ck though, came for the gusto
i f*ck with obama but change ain’t enough though
flippin’, i’ll be fast gauging ski mask hit the club straight to the front, speed pass
f*ck all a small talk, n*ggas get hauled off
aimin’ a sawed*off, b*tch, i ain’t fall off
rap, so i’m telling it rap for the h*ll of it, n*gga
and if you don’t know sh*t, now you smelling it, n*gga
my n*ggas, do it all, blam the hammer
long shots get them all, panorama
know a b*tch smoking now, so i hand the hander
might shoot the video but can’t stand the camera
i come from a back block, my n*ggas living life like black ops
in the kitchen until i crack pots
do it for the hustlers and have*nots
bullets come in six packs until you ass drop
f*ck around, get your face burnt
360 spin out, all you can do is taste dirt
still, do it b.i.g, b
it’s all buried, n*gga, d.i.t.c

- showbiz a g lyrics

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