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Memphis Bleek The Understanding Everyday (feat. Carl Thomas) [Memphis Bleek (Carl Thomas)] Yeah (oh), yo (oh) Ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit Eleven hundred on Sunset burn the strip Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip You know the five double oh You know how it go You know all the hoes be bad to the toes Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold You know how I be, drop Z3 Meet one freak, Bleek two heats Nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck Before they get a nut, first head in the truck Shit we do 60, cranberry Bentley This what'chu want, ho come and get me You know the move It gotta be right before you push the Z Give me head at the lights [1] - [Carl Thomas] Everyday it's just the same though We just tryna see tomorrow As we try to pay attention to the people we are I'm just trying to have some fun Live my life and own my gun I know I can't live forever [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo she coul push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute She know that the Memph give a hundred percent She can see the jewels shine from under the tints Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints Or your wife giving head from under the tints You know that the crew wil'in in the turtle top State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM Who you know that can stop these mens? I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin Somethin' clear you can see right in Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga [Repeat 1 (2x)] [Memphis Bleek] Yo check it, uh ay yo Watch the wife, she don't play You seen how she scratched the CLK She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun And when they smoke they like to take shotguns And when I fuck I hit like shotguns Violate me, get beat with shotguns I can fight, I know I'm a boxer See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer Down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars Smoke champelly, all black Impalla 3 Wheelin', Hennesey spillin' Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin' Cherry red M3, that's me When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes Blue as the watch face The watch stay faced - nigga [Repeat 1 (2x)] [Carl Thomas] I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah I'm just tryna do what's right Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no... |
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