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Artist : Red Cafe
Title : May I
Album : N/A
Genre : Hip-Hop
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(Intro)
Niggas just love tha cash
Shake down niggas say yea
1-9 niggas love tha cash
H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo B-K no oh oh oh
(Verse 1)
you aint gotta love what I do
like what I do
but chu gon respect what I do
I don't like nothin about chu
frontin about chu
we gon get money without chu
when shakedown come throught
who u gon run to
had my money we gon hunt chu
clak clak show you what tha gun do
my murder game like a Roy Jones one, two
now when tha funs due who still gonna front chu
son dude you might get snuffed on a humble
might get a stealth torpedo to make you tumble
and cause hazard to ya hustle
knew it wasn't hard to touch you
especially when a bark bark got a muzzle to make tha sound mumble
chi chi Brook-land muscle
is a always prepaired for scuffles
see I must do what I must do
niggas screamin fuck me well nigga fuck you
(Chorus)
May I keep a little something for G's
and make a few ends while i breeze throught
tha late night shift on some late night shit while tha gangstas roam
May I keep a little something for tha G's
and make a few ends while i breeze throught
tha late night shift on some late night shit while ya momma aint home
(Verse 2)
My mercedes sittin on A-M-Gs
sqeeze three A-Ds til they M-T
seen lately its a style to hate me
but even when im inside im cool like a AC
tha nickelback sole in tha park they paid me
tha P-Js get shot up they blame me
ya bitch wanna real nigga, she page me
i'm tha voice of brooklyn, you crazy
questions need to be answered
sexy rap niggas need to be a advance, i'm cancer
kill a nigga in a matter of days
use a du-rag then I rattle in ways
exclusive aw shake a celeb out i'm elelusive
got new guns cant wait to use em
althought I step all slow get respect alsohold all texts im all pro
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
You aint gotta love what i do
like what i do
but chu gon respect what i do
i dont like nothin about chu
frontin about chu
we gon get money without chu
now im official, i'll address my issues
either complt or twist you , simple
Hardrock, we livin hard knock
hate you bitch nigga that car hop, no
tha dashboard in my B-M, cause kind a confusing
head game on my B-M ,cause confusion
I pump rock myself , like tha infusion
shakedown got pink but not allusion
(Chorus)
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