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CRISPY LIQUIDS lyrics : "Don't let me go"

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I hear these kids and they trying to spit
But they sound so $$# and I am the %#@!

No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy..not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow

Once they on the stage everybody go home
no you got nothing on me boy
You got nothing on me boy.


The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a jacto
Now flow tighter than a lasso

Louis shade on my movie star %#@!
looking like I'm dressed for the $#&@ing red carpet
you look like your outfit from target

what a (*##$ that smells like an armpit
Damn that #~!!@ stink, need to keep it clean
Do it like a kids movie

Homie keep it G PG-13, TV big screen
been getting money since the boy was 15
But I spend it when I get it (q) wanted me to save it

But I tell you wanna blow up when I make it
Used to drop verses in the dirty $$# ba!@&(t
Now I'm recording at places that Lil Wayne spit

%#@! the future seem brighter than some neon
(*##$ I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on
Infinity and beyond beyond

thinking you can beat me? Dream on(dream on)
I'm so hard got more bars than a damn jail yard
you slow like them damn little snails are

Now you in space with the star
So just chill for a second play the background
Ha Ha

its time to make fool for the class clown...

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Hey.. look.. ah
Labelled as a young man don't wanna get old

Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul
Loving my %#@! coming up to a show
Well it seems this youngin here looking like a pro

Now I look fresh but I always had hoes
we just tell yea always had those
Gone so long now I'm coming back home

So many calls, gotta get another phone
Just to deal with the day-to-day routine
But I'll always make a little time to dream

Come with me you could learn a few things
No I'm good don't need a new ring
Hey! Hip hop's little brother like fonte

Little league no Danny Almonte
Bomb haze got me rising like Andre
Chilling, counting money with a couple of my hombres.


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