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ST. LUNATICS
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Gimme What You Got
Lyricist:Jason Epperson, Cornell Haynes, Ali Jones
I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo Gortex figaro, jeans Hillfiger though Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly sparked up Lunatics will blow the park up
Ooh, this herb, got me geekin' like a nerd F what you heard, federal roll like a bird You were, actin' funny when you first saw me Now, I'm makin' jams have you bein' like go Lee
Hell na trick, I'm picky now I'm spiffy now, smoke sticky now Hit the door at the club yellin', 'Grip and love' Met me with a dub, what (Was it fire playa?)
Straight to the bar, got a Henny and Coke Ain't been in five minutes, rats sendin' me notes Could it be the way I get down, the way I throw down? I don't know but it's one thing I know for sure
With the scenery of St. Louie, we can't be touched MIS, show your rifle, we just too much We crossed the bridge, you tripped, uh oh, it's the alarm Once hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky like Charms
Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the Rigga Representer, St. Louis figures, chronic hitters So what's up? Let me introduce my click and I Lunatics, I'm little T rollin' ninety miles an hour
And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
You wild boy, you need to change your whole style boy Your team will never be the same like Jimmy Johnson's Cowboys What you gonna try for? You guilty of bein' wack If Carl Louis was your cousin I wouldn't put you on my track
Get some lyrical jack, get down, Neal like Shaq Now where we at, so when you try that, Lunatics got my back It's a fact, you see a blunt you supposed to match It's a fact, Lunatics gonna put St. Lou on the map
I put St. Lou on my cap and it's obvious see Keyuan's true when he rap, is you mad at that? A handsome man 'cause all the rats that I flash Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Be havin' some matches, spark it, put yourself in trap Got 'cha
Want some, get some 'Cause everybody on my team could give some You know my squad, rip ya girl if ya thorough son From the clit, what with the gun, son
Work it down, freak it anyway you want son, uh Is he really real with the skill son, uh? Did he make a mill with the skill son, uh? Gotta make 'em dance in this here son, yeah
And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
In my spare time unwind and grind fools like coffee Softly is how I speak to them punks who come actin' salty Then Ali, I let this thing go, back on up off me (Boy yeah)
I heard you was on my tail now you yellin', 'Nelly, you lost 'em' Fool, my click is off the hook like O.J. Fool, there ain't no way, that we could ever be deep in four-play Run and ask your lady, smokin', hay, hay, hay
I bust a rhyme and I line all them draws, my sign for all a y'all Be that L on the top of skyscrapers, my lyrics rape ya Tape your mouth like a hostage, you be talkin' garbage Makin' my stomach nauseous with that shh that, ah
Tryna' compare your click to mine, you need to hide and catch up You be like Duff know I'm a liar, makin' you fools transpire To sweatshirts like Champion attire, so why you try-ah Lunatic for hire (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
And you say St. Louis City, c'mon, uh (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got) And you say St. Louis City (Gimme what you got, gimme what you got)
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