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'em ho's bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to ya knees. Young Money the Mafia that's word to Lil Caes. I'm in the Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz. Doin' target practice, all these bitches just aimin' to please
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, every time I scribble a rhyme down. Niggas be like (that's a riot). Crooked, Ortiz, sick with the flow (that's a riot) Or explosive, know it be like Floetry. So it's Ambrosis, I wrote it, know that
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aint got nothing to lose. But Im rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes. Verse 4 Joell Ortiz. And shawty mouth is under my ooo. I cant say that, radio dont play that. Im so cool the sun gotta
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). This is my motherfucking life. Joell Ortiz. Sometimes I look around and I just. I just cant believe it. Im on a high like a falsetto. Maybe thats why I feel like Im dreaming. My eyes just quit
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body of Bernie from Weekend. At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin'. I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott. And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason. (What up, what up, what up) *
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get the whole nut in. Cause I'm in town, just one day now spin round. Get your face out the way. And just when she want an encore, I'm gone. I'm sorry I couldn't stay They call me O-E double-L Ortiz
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Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember. This your man Royce Da 5'9". This your dude Crooked I. Man, Jump off Joe Beezy. It's Joell Ortiz Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know
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won't find, comfort. In here, in here, in here. Verse 2 Joell Ortiz. When I was a little boy I wanted to be a rapper. Wanted to be on the radio and snapping pictures after. And so I grabbed my pen
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yaowa (nah) Mr. Ortiz I got you. Cant find a reason not to, my ink, take 'em to church. Guess you could call it pentecostal, man Eminem told me (lose) yourself. So how can I (lose) focus, you roaches