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Fes Taylor lyrics : "Double Up"


What's good, ya'll, it's your boy Black Jesus
For the mixtape, and my ^!$$% Fes Taylor

We gon' lay it down right quick, man
Harlem 6 forever, Chambermusik, what's good baby?
What's going on Clef? AGR, Wil Power what's good baby?

Sourface, let's go, my ^!$$%



You don't really really want it, $#&@ beef, like fish, I gut it
Give you airtime, you ain't reach that public
You not a boss, you a puppet, controlled by the bootleg hate

^!$$%s is gay, to let God judge it
I'm disgusted with like most of ya'll, so I had to break ya balls
Cause Taylor felt the same way, brung the extra SK

Will light that $$# up, if you looking for problems
Leave 'em gutted and trash dumped, in the middle of Harlem
I'm squeezing for a reason, on your plot and treason

Before I let the game die, you ^!$$%s won't be breathing
Looks is deceiving, you'se a punk on the low
I'm taking your cash fast and killing you real slow

^!$$% you ain't know, but you knowing it now though
^!$$% I don't spit flames, homey I spar flows
I'm lava, my product gets hotter and hotter

Like Jesus and the Harlem 6, we cornering the market



These are pushing flows, bout to be on a roll
Brother, you ain't know
Got to get that dough, %#@! is outta control

Letting beef unfold
Better get that game, like a real sick thang
^!$$%, we don't care

^!$$%, it's our time, trynna stop my grind
And I'll pop my nine



Aiyo, bred Manhattanville ^!$$%, move to the Killah Hill
Beastie Boys tell the homey to chillie chill

They wanna kill me still, I feel a milly, still
Get me protected like a vest or a riot shield
So when I fire steel, (*##$es admire my wheel

Even the haters say my attire is I'll
Taylor I'm too cool, plus all this ice in my jewels
Probably drop the temp in the room, I icicle fools

Staten to Harlem got Dispet swag
Shoot a ^!$$% wearing Wu-Tang masks, you don't gotta ask
We run New York, gangstas only listen when the gun talk

Either you loc'd out or play the bloodsport
Harlem 6, ^!$$%, Two 4 War
You ^!$$%s always be behind me, like a U-Haul door

So, follow my lead, ya'll couldn't follow my speed
Like your baby moms swallow my seeds, ^!$$%







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