K. Roosevelt - You Wouldn't Believe It lyrics

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K. Roosevelt - You Wouldn't Believe It lyrics

[Verse 1 : Price Tag] HS87 winning, if you ain't with it go to Hades I'm sicker than a snot nose baby with the rabies I went from holding those rockets, to hawkin like the McGrady Not a florist, but I have you pushing daisies if you play me Yeah you test me and you die die, you n***as faker than five lies That's your girl, I k**ed her cat, you better pray it got nine lives I'm head first like skydive, with the best step up, n***a, why try? We got more colors then tie die, with the future n***a, no sci-fi Got two things on me, feeling like Rambo Pocket full of money and a whole lot of ammo She said boy, I speak Spanish, I said “como te amo?” She said boy, you dress so nice, I said “that's fero te gamo” If it's party time, you know I got that stank and I got that drink Like a shot that ain't all net I got that bank, I got that bank And if you wear chain you probably get a rash I take your girl and I hit her fast You come to my hood, you Luke Walton, you won't get a pa**. [Hook] And when you see it you won't believe it You know you need it [Verse 2 : Oktane] I know when I hit the stage your hands better be up Because I'm only spitting crack, you n***as better re-up And any argument the hardest clique still won't be enough So when you're talking about the best n***a it better be us What you gotta figure out, we're the hardest n***as out Got that crack that's missing everywhere that y'all be talking bout It's them young n***as with new cars, I pulled up to that new crib That's HS87 making all the moves you wish you did n***a we on and gone stay on, and a bad girl we ain't laid on I could do this all day long, up and up you get valeted on Your girl just like a payphone, if I'm in her slot she'll stay on I can kick it like Chun-Li, Ryu, n***a, Fei Long All you can do is stand there and look like that n***a's amazing I mean, listen to him, he fit out in wordsand phrases that n***a crazy Wait, back, back, I don't know you, chill Flow too sick and I rap too ill You need that crack and when you go too still If we ain't on the spot I don't know who will [Hook] [Verse 3 : Hit-Boy] We used to be number ten, now we're permanently in There ain't no treatment for this sh**, we're terminatelly ill sh** we mercilessly k** every f**ing thing moving Watch me prove it, I just do it, on my Nike sh** I'm zoomin' And I know they love me, cause Discog(raphy) star heavy But I'm tired of the interviews already Bout to drop the game like the ball heavy Now these hater n***as bring up cause I'm ball heavy call Jerry How the f** they dropped an album, ain't no fillers, They must have a team full of contract k**ers Nah I'm realer, new thriller, MJ, these b**hes quicker than the dominos deliver Go ahead read through my scripters Cause this real sh**, I wreck sh**, all quoteables, no flex sh** Y'all supposed to know, I blessed it, and it's number one, no question Like A.I. I answer, crossed over, got my advancer I'm the newest member of Sam's club, meaning I getting get no tax cut Taking b**hes to school when your papers due by I'm just out by the pool spending changes Dubai Like the f**ing bull's eye I am aiming at you, n***as And it ain't no competition, getting vain with my addictions [Outro x4] Make money money money

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