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Big Boi
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Shine Blockas
Lyricist:Radric Davis, Kenneth Gamble, Archie Hall, Leon Huff, Antwan Patton
Yeah, all the ladies say ho, all the hoes say (Ha, ha, ha) Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down ya throat Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foots on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit Inking hit up after hit, this penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like an prophylactic, now they riding dick Like Stalin on these suckas out here tryin' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls
Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein Really man you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game Hate my main thang and my last name ya notta mayne
I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it
Can't be tripping bout no paper 'Cause the safe is not so safe The piggy bank got legs and feet And can't get up and walk away shawty With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk And the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'lac From Atlanta to Savannah can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try
But which I overcome and succeed indeed But with success comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow, it's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
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