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Fabolous - North Of Montana Freestyle (Official Audio)
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John Jackson
John Jackson
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Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I'm at the ranch sippin' mud, nigga No matter where I go, I represent the hood niggas Yeah, I said big boobs for the big steppers Represento for the big rappers Like to gamble, we big bettas Not the little one, I like big better My craft bring me big cheddar That real cheese, that big Fetta Bad bitch takin' eye exams in his LV Got the big letters, these VVS like big letters These Vs like big letters Truth is, when y'all rap it's been all capped like big letters I'm big Skepta, pullin' on these lil' celebis Actin' like they big cake found out niggas was lil' Debbie My Dallas bitch named Big Debbie, I call her, she big ready Know you said you was independent, yo bad ass don't get webby Your ass soft, it's a Big Teddy Catch a sound like you big petty Know that shit big ready I drink you from a big Yeti, yea Detroit call me fat five, I'm top five, give a six-letter My bitch told me keep ballin' on 'em, no timeouts like Chris Webber I'm a long way from the projects lil Jon, Jon, and miss Deborah Niggas want me to fall off, but I'm a big stepper, not a mis stepper Shit hit hard, Julius Pepper, and I get sacks like a linebacker Real nigga that's really up, gon' fill you up like a contractor You don't know, then you know now When it go down for a slowdown Be a showdown if we throw down Still G's up at the hoedown (Upside) Uh, yellow stones in my chain like I'm John Dutton Yellow bone on my line, tryna get on somethin' Thoroughbred come through and she be long struttin' Automatic turn on, I push that on button Told her, tore me up and never turn me down I tell her ass to giddy up and then she turn it 'round I told her my can show no love, gotta earn it now As far as 5-5, no, I can't, I burned it down Know I'm from the city that keep pistols like the cowboys Players never sweat the lil' shit, that's for the towboys You keep it a hundred, but she want a hundred thou', boy Bring her easy, talkin' 'round the snipers, you's a wild boy Nigga, this the wild, wild east These is some 5-5 streets They got switches out here Don't bring no pow-pow peace End up a wild style piece End up a murder on the wall I seen some live niggas die I seen some thorough niggas fall I keep some money in the safe I keep some bird in a wall I Keep some tucked in a cut I keep some thorough in a stall I keep, yeah
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