I Really Am Houdini, Though
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Yeah, yeah All the time Yeah, yeah All the time, uh Stop fuckin' playin' I'll punch you niggas up Know the vibes Yeah, so So, so All the time Ayy, so what, so what Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah Walked in the spot, hoes like; "Girl, here comes trouble, them niggas be buggin'" They know that we thuggin', them strippers in stages When we in them sections, they see the storm comin' There's money on the line I remember days, sellin' dummies for a dime Whether broke or I'm rich, got a honey on the line Tell the judge "Suck a dick", I ain't payin' him a dime, but Please don't let me get started in this party Please don't let me make my way to the lot Preston trunk bucket, it stench up the carpet Duckin' or runnin', bitch, you gettin' shot I don't play poker, but I know you bluffin' We stomp you until your head turn into stuffin' See that she bad and know that I'm fuckin' You can get killed over makin' assumptions 'Batic with the Acrobatic with the Said I'm acrobatic with the Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy If it's [?] pussy, know we pullin' up like calisthenics (Calisthenics) If he ever violate, I guarantee he gon' regret it (Guarantee he gon' regret it) I remember when they brought me, They said that I would fail (Said that I would fail) Said the dope would kill her, Nigga ordered I would be in jail (And I held it down) But hate is a bitch, I done ran it up, I done did my numbers (My fuckin' numbers) Out of state every week, Out of country every summer (Yeah, there, everywhere) If they don't see me, Then they hear me comin' like some Fuckin' thunder (Like some fuckin' thunder) The way that your bitch keep on suckin' dick, Swear she need a muzzle (Watch the fuckin' teeth) Dolla Tell the bitch, holler Ah
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:19
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 110 BPM