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Camp Lo - Sparkle (Mr. Midnight Mix)
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[Featuring Ish]
Ish:
Don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
Geechie:
Don't give me your swing
I got mine and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who names bell ring
Verse One: Geechie Suede
Now for the grab the stash(?)
To the alley Varner(?) any splash
Tryin not to crash
Swervin got the la la on the dash
Getting bent up in the armored truck
stuck him for his glam
shit is candy yams
Now we movin on the ancient mans(?)
They using psycho vision
For the Valentino Gorabani(?)
Fuck Armani Butter
We above these climbs
Hiest the harbours
Word to godfathers getting bleed
Chasing on (?) down to Venice
Tellin sire bout my alley runnin ways
Thats how it was cus
Now they got us blammin at the fuzz
Its all gun and poses
on a bed of roses gettin shugged
wrap him in a rug
leave him on the roof till he stink
Hit the pool-hall
Fled the calico and watch him blink
Movin on Picaso
Painting my portraits and condos
Cuz when the Lo blows
Only the Lo knows who doe knows (hey hey)
Ish:
Don't give me your swing
I got mines and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
Geechie:
Don't give me your swing
I got mine and that's the thing
Blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell ring
Verse Two: Ish
(check this)
I don't hate players, Im from the crown rhyme sayers
Whatever kid- sayers get down with no delaying
I play my cards shark style, kings and aces
Welcome to New York the illest of all places
I never bleed even through this plaza of greed
You got the rarest, true aint game in yo world
Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls (uh)
I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl
The me and you alliance, is no doubt the fly science
We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style
The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile
My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish
Of pimps, players, hustlers, and killahs and they wish
Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame
your complex attitude intrigue me...stronger than blow
you know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer
My queen'll shine on brinks three karats and brighter
Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers(?) tighter
Them clown kids you dealt never belt
I came around swift and got felt
That champagne brand name style got melt
My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels
thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools (crush em..peace)
Yo yo, Dont give me your swing
I got mines and thats the thing
Its not your swing
Its mines and thats the thing
So all that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
All that blahzay blahzay blahzay who name bell rings
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Fragment na dzis:
Usher : Burn
I don't understand why
See it's burning me to hold onto this
I know this is something I gotta do
But that don't mean I want to
What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you i just,
I feel like this is coming to an end
And its better for me to
L-
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et it go now than hold on and hurt you
I gotta let it burn
[Verse 1]
It's gonna burn for me to say this
But it's comin from my heart
It's been a long time coming
we da been fell apart
Really wanna work this out
But I don't think yo-
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u're gonna change
I do but you don't
Think it's best we go our separate ways
Tell me why I should stay in this relationship
When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby
Plus there's so many other things I gotta deal with
I think that you shoul....
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