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Gilbere Forte lyrics : "Anigma"

I need a hundred dollars, maybe a million
$#&@ I need it!
Huh! $#&@ 'em! Shout!


Waking up to credits, my life is a movie
@@#!ing back my prayers, no pressure can shoot me

Fashion up the late Givenchy could shoot me
A thousand miles per hour, that Bugatti of beauty!


Oh, rolling out like our coach, gold line on these hoes
Touch down and they fell, you know how many $#&@ing records I blow?
Life's moving too slow, the future calling my phone

Angel's on that voice mail, daddy, please come home!
It's that realest %#@! that I know
My dreams kicking indoors

But I $#&@ the life that you chose
Now the smoking mirrors I broke
Feel? made the deal happen

Blowing up like it never happen
Never satisfied until I'm fifty-five
..and crap %#@!!

Bouncing out in that big %#@! that your hoe try to $#&@ me in, hoe
Tough flow like anywhere, no? for your key to fit!
So high, I ? the gatter

My androids can't see a?
Lord knows that it's my time
Lord knows that it's $#&@ rhymes!


This is Anigma, middle finger to your (*##$ ^!$$%s
This is Anigma, bet these ladies is getting at your figures


All the money and the cars (talk about it, talk about it!)
Everybody living large (talk about it, talk about it!)

All my real ^!$$%s in!

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