Ski Beatz - Don't Look Now lyrics

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Ski Beatz - Don't Look Now lyrics

[Pace Won] (Young Zee) Yea yea yea yea yea yah Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yah yah (Ha, yah) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah, yah, yah yo yo, yo) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah, yah, it's the Bricks) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah it's the Bricks) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Ahaha it's the Bricks) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (It's the Bricks, b**h) Yo yo yo yo yo yo HYUH! (Ahahaha, ahaha) [Pace Won] Slap y'all hacksaw ask me what you rap for Run up in your crib with a hacksaw (BANG) Tired of cops, I put your life in a box Before I tie up your pops and let him HANG Yo, as far as this go, I'm like the mummy Exploiting the ancient Egypt science of life and math for money The Godfather flow I'm like Sonny The number one thief; Mr. Wild Out like KEITH MURRAY! [Young Zee] Yea When I'm drunk, puffin canibus skunk I start sh** with ya, beat ya manager up Then battle every one of y'all that're rattlesnakes It's like I haven't ate, and your clique smell like carrot cake ?Place lead in chicken's head? give up cookies Then pa** the f** out like piss in b**hes' pussies The Capricorn, my dick be lastin long f** raw first, GET THE RUBBER SLAP IT ON! So girls I'm scoping you, who could hold me closest Curve your back like multiple scoliosis Fellas' beef, only start if you whiffin I turn your chest into barbecue chicken Chorus [Pace Won] Don't look now, we top billing it, filling it My raps, my life, my style, my crew, we k**ing it Money in the head we ice grilling it, stealing it Your raps, your life, your style, your crew, we k**ing it [Pace Won] I drink too much liquor, got a bad liver Streets is watching me like I'm Jigga; STARING Chew your crew up like they was spearmint Kick a verse, people go crazy when they hear it (HYUH!) First I had no deal, now I'm living lovelier Cause I'm on Columbia, spending all they money up I got that hurry up, quick quick Bust mad style in the p**y, like when me and my honey f** *Pacer, Pacer, don't make me chase ya with a razor Blow up like Michael Jordan pager!* It ain't a thing thing thing *First week I'm goin gold!* That's that ring ring ring *Just like De La Soul?!* No matter what the job, I hit the task faster Educate and teach y'all like the Blastmaster And from the vision Heaven sending me I can see myself on the cover of Ebony The cover of XXL, the cover of Fresh The cover of the Source, and the cover of Stress Pace Won, lace buds, smoke with Gov-G Or tour around the world with my man Young Zee [Azz-Iz] Left bolt, bust off, see me hit the deck first It's like my tech's curse, you be giving me expert You know the difference, Az the type to go the distance And you ain't, so we can't have this coexistence Yo it's only rich, ain't no getting poor Dough is what I'm on a misison itching for For the love of this I get the four kicking door Leave a fella's bra twitching saw him on the kitchen floor Most of y'all sound retarded to me I'm the hottest sh**, since that n***a Moses, parted the sea And y'all can keep hating when I'm the one you like Weed got my eyes squinting like the sun too bright [Pace Won] YO! Chorus x2

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