My Music by Beatnuts
F/ Armaretta, Problemz
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(what's that)
[Psycho Les]
Some incredible shit, some incredible shit uhh
Twist that baby up in here
[Armaretta]
'Ey yo Big Psych
[Psycho Les]
What up, what up mami
[Armaretta]
Get on the mic and rock the M.I.C.
[Psycho Les]
Light a hell up, puff to my eyes swell up
When it comes to the green we got hell up
(My music bang, from here to releswelup (?) )
Bang you with the music, or bang you accapella
Like my shorty ran up, said get the cheddar
I'm making to much I'm getting hated by the tela
I'm making so much I'm getting customized leather
Brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better
So I pass those talking birds like berreta
Heavy rotation like a propeller
Every station saying this is something you never
Never heard before
So crank it up and hit the art-core
(art-core) (art-core) (art-core) (art-core)
Yo, yo next up
[Armaretta]
Yo I believe that's me
[Psycho Les]
Armaretta, Rock the M.I.C.
[Armaretta]
Invisible being gangster on the game
If this about hottest bitch then you know my name
See me in the street better bring the theme
Brooklyn representitive, the road to fame
I sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all my gats spittin'
Host to your cat man, as long being tapped man
In the club my niggaz never left me
Go be getting out with knives cuz security ain't checking
Thread me stupid better think twice
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