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Barry Sanders

 

Barry Sanders

(álbum: The Eleven One Eleven Theory - 2011)


[Verse 1]
I don't gotta be here. Look
I need your admiration for infiniti
Not that this ain't lucrative, but I just need your energy
I got the passion to please, I will not gasp or fatigue
Anyway I'm ballin, gimme a Grammy or give me your beat
Standing OV, let these bitches follow me
And I just give them D, give them D like they is out the league
Hasheem Thabeet and various other peoples
The pressures of greatness always comes with critiquing
Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers
Blewing some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
MMG up, we up, y'all just relax
All my females show bust, Curtis Enis
Nittany lion, my Penn State it, niggas recite it
I'm Michael Jordan major, you niggas Harold Miner
Pussy be all on me, we too young for romancing
My niggas never block, I think I'm Barry Sanders

[Verse 2]
Vic Page never made it, Len Bias never made it
See God gave us the talent, but the devil make us famous
My effort is contagious, so check this BOA shit
With this recording I'm as sick as Jordan before Game 6
Jazz talkin and I bet I pick and roll with your bitch
You got some paper for me? Hit me on the Hornacek
Walter Payton Mercedez. Sweetness in every ride
Hold on my pupils slowing, I don't got no lazy eye
? Pockets about as thick as strippers on poles
Zone blocking with these bitches, I'm just picking a hole
Pardon that jargon but since I'm balling they getting salty
They all catching feelings. I should Biletnikoff 'em
Them niggas talking. They like man he official
Man, you Olowokandi I'm just being specific
I'm just being prolific. Right now don't need no Mrs
I got a rack of Trojans, knowing my Lane Kiffin
I'm trying pimp em I'm trying to be that cool
All them bitches converse with me off that React juice
Now Jordan III my shoe. Double M G my crew
When you do it big as Manute you make it seem minute
Ricky more flight
Interscope feeling like Charlotte
When they traded Kobe you know?
Better let it go. Rozay finna re-up
He got himself a Kobe and they stuck with Vlade Divac
And we dont lada de da I'm converting the people
Shout old bitches go Hail Mary when I throw that D-Route
Haha. Now keep out. Me and my whole team out
And I'm as high as Deion. Feet is headed to the house

feito

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