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Whos Your Favorite Lyrics

Intro-
Yeah..
Still countin' money..
Hahahahaa...
Yeah..
Verse-
Ay..
Who's your favourite MC, i'm the new version
Flow tight like err tooth hurtin'
I'm 'bout as tight as rock and roll pants
Notice i said rock, lean in your stance
I put chicks on hold, you just hold hands
Clap about four in a row with no romance
I'm vacatin', sending n***** to flow camp
My future bright as ice, solid gold lamp
I polish, blow, trim, them hoes wipe me down
She had a purple label, she with a white tee now
I caught the right rebound, they won't invite me now
I sleep through drama, any given night we down
I pick the Gucci up, now i'm a H boy
Twenty stack waster, me and your pants make noise
I clap wifey's, runnin' they mouth
If it wasn't for me you had no money to count, thats what i'm 'bout
Lloyd like Floyd with the punch
Baller, boy i shoot your boy out his ??????
Shopper, i got to hit 'um all up for months
She a deuce, she can't even twirl up my blunts
Max Payne pumps, slump a demon out his Beemer
Swine Flu fever when i'm bleedin' out the speaker
??????????????? good things, i'm what the game lacks
I rap circles with ya, you're on train tracks
On trainin' wheels, can't even call your deals
I smoke you like ????, i eat Fillet Mcmeals
With my favourite vixen, she in my favourite heels
They make her just the right height, doggystyle all night
Jamaican in sight, my whole series 'bout the block
Cliffhanger, meet you n***** at the mountain top, hello!
In my Louie slips, countin' gwop, chronic by the pound, why not
I'm gettin' money, 'fore i sign the dot
My first track back at its' called a classic
I worked magic, brought Halloween Havoc
Brought the masses to the Cold Corner, you loved it
4-30-08 and 2 made it much warmer
V-Fizzy makes your new s*** a frisbee
??????????????? the window of the shuttle
One word to sum a n**** up, dominance!
Can't a human touch me, thats confidence
You play around, you pay, thats a promise, honest
n**** open your ears thats knowledge
Minus the college but i'm hip, thats street smart
Stick your hand in the beef, you can leave with three parts
My skin ???????? so words you don't get to me
I'm one of the nicest n***** with words in history
Uh, a Army solo on my ???? polo
Fly gangster packin', but i'm calm and low tho
Fo-fo, we ain't the ones to throw your fist ta
We got the Mac Mr, and they spit like Twista
And i don't twist bottles i pop 'um
I'm poppin' errwhere, fists, models and drop 'um
Chicks followin', jock 'um, then i'm on my way from coppin'
This was yesterday, and the day gon' put the box in, whats poppin'..
Outro-
Uh..
Full speed ahead no stoppin'..!!
Yeeaahhh..!!
It's that V5..!!
Yeahh..!!
Mines the next V12..
Yeah..
f*** the haters..!!
Real n***** live long..
Uh..
Southside stand up!!
Your boy.. P Dot L Dot K..!!
Yeeeaahhh..!!
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