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Boosie Fade (feat. Westside Gunn)

de Roc Marciano

Yeah
It's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein, peep the way I'm designed
With the nine by the waistline
Don't waste your time rhymin' and quit your day job
I'm in the Bahamas till I came back the same shade as Akon (black)
Seats in my favorite ride remind me of sweet potato pie
You eager to take my spot but the game is mine
I'm playing keep away with the rock
You geeks could never play for my squad
Pop a muscle in your quad, you feel like 2Pac up in Quad
You got touched but no one was charged
Hustlers was shuffling the cards
Bust the gun down and flush the parts
Whatever don’t fit just chuck it in Flushing Park
I’ll be right here with the truck in park
While the Gap Band played I stared in a daze
My graze can't be patched with a band-aid
To save me, these ladies laid on a hand grenade
To ensure I ain't get a scrape on my handsome face
No Wraith can't equate to my traits, it's Land o' Lakes
You need a Lambo today
My character nothing man-made can validate
My palace way past Alize, this a glass of Ace
It's safe to say that I have immaculate taste
The grass was saturated with snakes
Had to navigate through the maze
Went from the New Kids On The Block
We was moving weight to get stupid paid
Flipped the script and did some music and now we Kool and The Gang
Who they at the top of the food chain baby they say we end Lucifer's reign
I'm sick, this ain't your everyday flu strain
Chase the kombucha root with the D'USSÉ, obey what I do say
My blade'll get you way more than a Boosie fade
Nigga

Ayo, the MAC in the Mackintosh (the MAC in the Mackintosh)
I'll hit you with all thirty-two, I swear to God
Kissed the brick, told it I loved it, then I bust it
The old eight lookin' all rusted, but I trust it (boom boom boom boom boom)
Jim Duggan, clotheslined the coke, Porsche mustard (skrr)
Blew his brains out, shit disgusting
Handcuffed in jail buses with lifers
Your face'll get sliced up
Your commissary get took, you wanna be like us
Bottom bunk, nigga, for real
I know some niggas that did dumb time, came home and got killed
The new king of New York, I do as I will
Nigga licked the dope spoonm shit turned to milk
The fish scale fabulous, clappin' fifths, tragic shit
Imagine if my mackerels came short, miraculous
Pass the blick; where you stashed the chips? Take the cash and dip
I had to skip
Took the mask off, so you know it's him
[?] Buffalo Bill, so you know the brim (so you know the brim, so you know the brim)

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