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get out the streets!
lyrics
le belle of the ball
soaking sick of it all
blood, sweat and tears dried out
once time had cleaned the years
I heard not all of it was real
her scars hadn't fully healed
her mind needn't appeal
the heart was handling the deal
briefcase in one hand
ak in the other
she was standing on her business, man
she was dealing with the lover, that
got her all befuddled
she's clearing out the rubble
she's never falling under
fire in the name of love
fire in the grill, we up
fire in this kitchen cause
we're cooking, yeah we're looking at
fixing up a plate
i don't deserve to wait
for folks to elevate
Nah man, I ain't no david blaine
be sure i won't endure the pain
no, not of sitting on the stake
doja did not just say my name, no
didn't yonce already say
to put your hands up,if you're gang
that's it, my guy im out the game
sample: Fleur Tropicale - Francis Bebey
(shoutout v for five)