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the real samson - million dollar baby (remix) lyrics

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uhh

you already know i’m goin’ in straight out the gate

got lost for minute but i found my way

now i’m back on my path again

and i’m about to get it crackin’ like a tree that’s about to break

i came out of nowhere, pretty much out thin air

wasn’t anywhere to be found. look, now he’s there

i’m bout to take everything better give that sh_t up b_tch

southbound, givin’ out a sound that’s rare

when i pick up the mic. it’s goin’ down like stairs

i’m makin’ so many moves been steppin’ so much

when i’m done, they gone have to get the ground repaired
they gather round and stare when they hear me spit

cause my sh_t’s so b_tchin’… call me karen

dudes wanna beef but i ain’t got time

puttin’ in work like lizzo’s chef

when i die they gone say that he did it to death

i’m doin’ infinite reps but i ain’t drippin’ a sweat

because i got more drive than a limo stretch

i’m bout to buss

bout to make a big ol’ mess

i’m gonna give you the most you’ll never get no less

it’s my turn now i’m about to apply pressure

i’m like derek chauvin how i get on necks
so kneel down

had to get my feet on the ground

like a blind man i just had to feel around

i had to dip my toes in and compose myself

and get my cardio up so i can steal the crown

so point him out

someone tell me where he’s at

doesn’t matter who’s got it i can guarantee that

whoever bears the cap

that sh_t’s comin’ right off the top of his head like harry mack

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i ain’t never rep a set babe

i’m just tryna come up with a plan for me to get paid
smoother than a fresh shave

cruisin’ in a lincoln on the interstate

listenin’ to luda on cassette tape

dudes want a template

thinkin’ they can do it like me and that they come close

but they can’t touch it like it’s wet paint

winnin’ any bet made

every time i’m on the microphone you know it’s gonna be a ten like a decade

choppin’ motherf_ckers up like a chef’s blade

got ’em on the run like diddy when the feds came

y’all cats can’t f_ck with this because i got that dog in me like a pet crate

tryna move quicker so i’m trimmin’ off the dead weight

everybody love you when they see you makin’ headway

comin’ out the woodwork tryna get some

but you gotta cut them d_ckheads off like a s_x change

every time i spit you can expect flames

you’re gonna head_bang as soon as you press play

might as well bump my sh_t in a handicap parking spot

cause you’re gonna walk away with neck brace

never slowin’ down runnin’ at a set pace

goin’ full speed till i’m dead or my legs break

yeah, i know that i was gone for a minute

but i’m bout to give you more every month like the rent raised

- the real samson lyrics

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