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45

 

45

(album: Live From The Dentist Office - 2015)


[Ritchie with a T:]
The only forty fives I know about is speed limits and tiny records
It's the kind of records I'm keeping that define the message
I'm going forty seven, breaking rules
You got a forty seven, breaking dudes, you so cool
I wear that favorite jersey, MJ, the more cheer
Semi-hefty sister, but it have me, from gold or the finest of fine whores
She find me to chatter more
That breaks, but she everywhere, she jumping to every chair
Working nine to five, that's forty-five, if you multiply
I'm the coldest guy, if you don't know why, check my attire
Keep it two hundred, my brother, that's forty fives
If you don't know why, it's because I run MC's to a poltergeist
Until a poltergeist, check the afterlife with gold chains and a whole train
Emotion provokers with bold names
Word to Coltrane, my blue train coming home, man

[Demi Hughes:]
All the girls go grab some guys
Go ahead and make some vibes
Yeah, this song's called 45
You should play it back that many times
All the girls go grab some guys
Go ahead and make some vibes
Yeah, this song's called 45
You should play it back that many times

[Stepa J. Groggs:]
My youngest son's four, going on five
And I'm thinking to myself, "God damn, time flies"
And you better not waste it, because you can't get it back
Remember me and three homies would throw five on the sack
Or if we had ten get a eighth for forty
And we scrape up about five dollars in change
For a pack of swishers
No I.D. we had to show the temp
Outside the store, we kick it like Balotelli
When he played for the Fly, wearing the four-five
Get the shy homie to ask, it's funny, he'd get mortified
Luckily the OG always shows up between 4 and 5
Man, I swear to god, those were the days
Now I got my fourth kid, hoping my girl gets the tubes tied
If we on that next year shit, I might just have five
And ever since my daughter's been alive
I've been contemplating about copping myself a Colt 45

[Demi Hughes:]
All the girls go grab some guys
Go ahead and make some vibes
Yeah, this song's called 45
You should play it back that many times
All the girls go grab some guys
Go ahead and make some vibes
Yeah, this song's called 45
You should play it back that many times

done

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