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Slimm Calhoun - It Ain't Easy lyrics
Atlanta's hip-hop music industry is bringing in millions of dollars to the metro area, area. Hook:(x2) It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll and get the papes Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon all eat cheese steaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what (Slimm) Stakes high, my hands dirty I'm a big lick drilla quick flip gorilla for scrilla Blue chipper with more shine than the big dipper Spit dinero game fuck the hero fame Went from wild to tame, just for change Still a lustful brain for thangs like cold chains Crush grapes and grain but the key is to maintain Some dare to be different some dare to be dumber Bleeps and blunders got you stuck in slumber I'll a wake that ass like thunder Thudding on the late night, on point like a steak knife Keep the game tight, from the Dirty, fuck a fair fight Cause of static my monetary status Situations get tragic when I got to have it Destructive like Turkish earthquakes I'm selfish got to have the pie and the whole cake Working non-stop no breaks for the house on the lake All for the love of the Peach state, yeah nigga, GA, GA, GA Hook:(x2) It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll and get the papes Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon all eat cheese steaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what (Backbone) Stay working in the late, that's right, stay right On a money making mission to the break of daylight Swerve the ride, serve to survive Everyday that be the forte Lay in the cut, never take a shawt buck, believe that Where the weed at roll up, see yeen got cha money right Partna gotta hold up, Sho nuff see business is business I gotta bend a corner in a minute Smash the gas, stash the cash Keep it to the flo Gotta stay on they ass, can't give 'em no leeway Smoked out on the freeway Chevrolet wit the brains blowed Congal and Dro Yeen know, so hence fro the We gone ball y'all till the reign Fall and when they reign Fall we gone ball y'all A yes, yes y'all Hook:(x2) It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll and get the papes Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon all eat cheese steaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what (Slimm) Boy I'm spit shine nickel clean dead serious bout this pickle green Make moves then we shake the scene Rule one is to know your team To avoid infiltration of your cream Cause all sleepers get is a dream And that's on everything in between From the Remy X-O to the Monte Cristos Rapped around crypto but never too good to blow A fifty-dollar O of Jam Toe you know sucka boy play Rambo Get sliced off the hambone its Slimm and Slick Backbone We get the track blown For a dollar Calhoun Scholar in a Caprice or Impala Watch these hoes holler See it take bread to make bread, we only count in grands I'm trying to stack like the Sultan of Sudan For a 500 Sedan and a spot in the sands God Damn! Hook:(x3) It's like bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll and get the papes Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And we gon all eat cheese steaks Believe me, it ain't easy, to get cheesy, what, what |
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