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June Luva
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Fly Guy
[June Luva]
Yo, I rock iceberg, plus ice be all up in my watches
Graduated from swatches, keep my hoes topless
Bagging up a quarter of dope and sniffing coke
I'm a street nigga, so I won't go broke
Fuck a record deal, that money don't last too long
But I'mma remain on top, if my blast is strong
Stack ones from this dope game, look man
If I ever fall off, I'm on with your chain
Your ice, let me get real precise
Catch you in your own neighborhood, shaking them dice
Now watch me act a brolic hurt, right off the shirt
Recognize a muthafucking O.G. at work
I hate bitch made niggas, I'm quick to slay niggas
Talk shit behind my back, you gay niggas
Never wanted to test the God or his mans
Cuz we come through and terrorize shit in mini-vans
I put shit down like gang bangers straight from Watts
Rounding by the precint, screaming fuck the cops
Busting my shots, middle fingers up in the air
I ain't worry bout a thing, cuz I just don't care
Muthafuckas
[Chorus 2X: June Luva]
These are the rules to abide by
Number one, watch ya mouth when you talking to the fly guy
Number two, you best to watch your back
When I strike ain't no time for you to counterattack, come on
[June Luva]
I steps out the whip, pearly white, El Dorado cabbie
Bitches on the block screaming 'holla back daddy'
So of course I spoke a few words cuz I'm the mayor
Of the city, the chickens is part of my street committee
Never puff digi, it fucks up your membrane
And that explains why these niggas is insane
Thinking they can outdo me, you probably that same lame
Cat that be eating Kim's cucci, while she eating sushi
I lived the life of a movie, rich nigga wit the women
Can never catch me rocking no linen
Cuz I'm a jean suit wearing, screw face staring
You looking in the eyes of somebody not caring
On the average, I hold c-notes up in my pocket
You hold lint in yours, I burst out of Bentley doors
While you fucking with them neighborhood whores
I'm politicking with the model bitches, Colorado bitches
Deep throating is a must, cuz they love to swallow bitches
How's about that baby? I'm just living it up
And my attitude's shady, never giving a fuck
You pressing your luck, and step into this man right here
I ain't the type to let you sleep, I'll dismantle you there
Uh-huh, I'll just dismantle your ass right there
[Chorus 2X]
[June Luva]
Looky here, I'm trying to set this one thing clear
All ya niggas wit the loud mouths, step to the rear
Or we could, handle this here, do to immature ways
But one of us is gonna wind up missing for days
And I can guarantee it's not me, you only got one choice left
Tell me, are you ready for death?
I didn't think so, you not man enough to go against me
So recognize, run and tell the rest of them guys
Plus them bitches too, they caught up in the mix
Angry at the law, for not giving them dicks
Ya too raw-raw, step out of line, and I'mma stomp ya'll
If you got a bitch in your clip, you best to come hide
Down, and tell her speak when she spoken too
Cuz murder can become the both of you, have a smoke or two
Relax them nerves, mark my words
Cuz I'm speaking is more than hyperthetical verbs
Ya'll niggas is herbs
[Chorus 2X]
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