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Aceyalone - Junkman lyrics
(Somebody say ho-oh...) (Say ho-oh-oh....) [Aceyalone - talking] Yesss man But im not a motherfuckin' yes man Yeah you know how it goes down You just longer now, ain't nothing to it but to get it done You know i'mma throw in this PMG I got this love and hate on my mind You know im sayin; its a cool little summer day You know winter day, spring day, fall day, everyday, all day You know good brothers own day with sisters Good life baby [Chorus] You can catch me rollin' through your area In something big like a aircraft carrier With the big beat bangin' on the stere-a Sitting next to a pitbull terrie-a On the loan so it's no hysteria In the cut just like the interio-a Scoop the homies so it's more the merrier You make a move for ya mic and I'll bury ya [Aceyalone] You either got new friends or new enemies When you show the world ya true identity You see I move with a God type energy It's so big one of me make ten of me You have no idea what it's finna be You see the whole car smoking like a chim-a-ney Yeah I got the poison and the remedy To get mo' hands moving in the center p [Chorus - 1x] (Ahh, that was tight) (Yeah the west keezy easy) (Yeah, AC.. hey man, wha?, hey, hey!) [Aceyalone] Rollin' in my two thousand and twenty-one More than machine with expandable wings I land on the scene like a man from a dream And grip the highway like water in the stream Faster than your locomotive Swoop by quick so no one would notice Project lotus to styles to oldest The coldest motherfuckas with the world on they shoulders Top break-a bigga than a tank-a Might stop and drop the anchor Make em' bounce an ounce on my lap And that's a rap, that's a rap (that's a rap, that's a rap) Drive by just like Mr. Invisible You can't see me, it's not possible You can't feel me out, it's not probable Control the course and move past the obstacles [Chorus - 1x] [Aceyalone] You either got new friends or new enemies When you show the world ya true identity You see I move with a god type energy It's so big one of me make ten of me You have no idea what it's finna be You see the whole car smoking like a chim-a-ney Yeah I got the poison and the remedy To get mo' hands moving in the center p [Chorus - 1x] |
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