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My Time
03:19
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My time
Its about time i get to shine
Now they wanna ride the pony like im genuine
People i dont know actin like friends of mine
Associates of mine act like they been on my squad
They snakes in the grass, look atem hissin
I just at them smile and push em aside
Sometimes i dont even smile
And they wonder why they aint see me in a while
Back when they wasnt diggin my style
I stopped eatin flesh but im gettin chicken now
Cuz im far from pick of the litter
And im quick on the draw dont get hit wit a trigger
Cuz it can make ya chest burn
I keep one wit me like its the old western
Same rappers every year screamin out lets work
Going nowhere fast like 4 left turns
Its about time i get the chicken
Cuz i do it so good like its finger lickin
Chicks on da wood like they tryn get a splinter
I feel like Charlie sheen sick wit it and im winning
Its only the beginning
I do what i want cuz im poppin so they grinnin
Money is the root of evil got a nigga sinnin
Lord of the land i could never be a tenant again
Clip hold 9 but i gotta keep 10 in it tho
Just incase a player hater try get at my dough
Its my time to shine now look at me tho
i dont smile all the time so they shook of me tho
See i come in peace but i come wit a piece
so do all of my dogs they dont come w a leash
I stand out in a room full of average
And beast up in a room fulla savages
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Can't Lose
02:57
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Brand New Watch
02:55
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brand new watch
-hook-
i bought a brand new watch
i went broke tryna stunt
I swear my time coming
Ima make it next month
I can only drive the nicest car.
If the jawn dont shine i rather walk
I swear I cant help Myself
its like everything i do i wanna stunt
Whenever I smoke out wit my bruh's
You know I twist up the most
who gon prove me wrong then
ok moving along then
I walk thru like im king Kong
All i do is get money and sing songs
I feel right even when im wrong
I dress nice even when im home
Even my toilet paper name brand
I wipe my ass and count money wit the same hand
I bought a brand new car
Its for the hood i aint going too far
I rent something when im outta town
Im everywhere broke niggas not around
I dont roll it up if it's brown
Give it to my youngins let em burn it down
I only smoke it if it scream at me
I like to poke her til she scream at me
She wit a fly god so she seem happy
But i send her back home when she scream at me
Spend a lil paper just to keep her happy
She ride tho never send the people at me
I keep sumptin under the denim jacket
Somebody always plottin so i gotta pack it
My watch hittin so they lookin at me
Thats why i got hittas and they trigga happy
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Water
04:19
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Today
03:20
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Boogieman Dela Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Boogieman Dela is as complex an artists as the name suggests. This Philly native grew up in a large musically inclined
family with three sisters and a brother all with an aptitude for singing and various instruments. In Boog's elementary years he studied the drums and the trumpet which began building the foundation of his musical genius.
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