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Devil's Advocate

Tony Yayo

14.04.2014

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[Hook: Tony Yayo] These haters can't stand that I'm up These haters can't stand that I'm up These haters can't stand that I'm up These haters can't stand that I'm up The kitchen is my comfort zone Water whippin' 'till I'm dead and gone Constant ringing on my fucking phone The kitchen is my comfort zone The kitchen is my comfort zone [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] You need some flowers for the witnesses Camo Ferragamo when I'm killin' shit In the trenches real niggas better learn to squeeze And do them niggas like Frank did the Chinese Silly bitches keep laughing at my cell phone My Boost mobile make E.T. phone home 2015 Caddy truck with the peanut butter seats Turn that work to peanut butter, put it back on the streets [Hook: Tony Yayo] [Bridge: Tony Yayo] Bricks got a nigga real kicked up Designer names got your bitch post weight up They hate it when I'm up They hate it when I win My passport stamped I'm going in to win Eatin' quiche in the back of the G5 Lakeisha Rocksdale she from certain 5 Leave the hood with the hood in me I'm so hood I like bitches with buck fifties, Pimp C [Verse 2: Young Buck] Okay now fuck with it, you want it hard You gotta come and get me, I'm not moving I'm gettin' Novas I'm not losing I'm doin' shit that you not doing Got acid buckets right by the door, holla 5-0 and I'ma run to 'em Might catch me with these couple pounds But you can guarantee that them bricks ruined No show dates, but I've been tourin' Been ridin' round with no insurance Got cannabis in my piss, so I take that bitch my friend urine Medellin Yay' in this Stingray And my son over 16, well I guess I'm a fucked up parent Oh, cut that nigga no leeway Still get it there with no delay And I'm not hearing what she say I put heron in her Honda And I put that bitch on the free-way And ya'll cut me off, the plug cut me in I had cut it out and cut it up again I had cocaine comin' up to the pen I had the warden bringing that shit in Eatin' lobster tail in my cell, sendin' racks out in my mail Who ever said that you can't get bread in the feds, I can't tell Right now I'm just on chill mode Honestly, I don't need work Dopeboy University I made a million off a t-shirt It's Buck
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