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30 MIMOSA CRESCENT (feat. BVSE) [FREESTYLE] Video (MV)






AB_MAJOR - 30 MIMOSA CRESCENT (feat. BVSE) [FREESTYLE] Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check, check, uh, uh
When these hands get to itchin, bro, it's not a decision
I came equipped for the check, I'm COD with the mission
Scribble the pen on the pad and I can pencil in pictures
And growin' up, I had some rags, now I hustle for riches
Used to slouch on momma couch, but now I sit up and listen (Mama)
Money call and collect, I'm finna shine till I glisten
Niggas get in they feels so then they make you the issue
I'm shadowboxing my demons, sometimes this shit can get iffy
But my niggas side to side, down the ride in a jiffy
Flip the script and get it jumpin, then we land it and stickin em
Movin' on some cruise control when I'm pennin' my visions
So autopilot's all I know, when I'm done with these lyrics
I spark a doob when I spit, hittin' herb, then I flick it
Then all I mind is my business but niggas always wanna fiddle
It's fickle, I'm tryna focus on fiscal this year
It's simple this here ain't no time to fall back
Like sittin' on beach chairs, 'cause I wet the beat, flow like an estuary
Ain't no affecting me, how I infect the beat
Exceptionally, you best believe I bless the beat
So ain't no testing me, like, check
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, check, check, uh, uh
When these hands get to itchin, bro, it's not a decision
I came equipped for the check, I'm COD with the mission
Scribble the pen on the pad and I can pencil in pictures
And growin' up, I had some rags, now I hustle for riches
Used to slouch on momma couch, but now I sit up and listen (Mama)
Money call and collect, I'm finna shine till I glisten
Niggas get in they feels so then they make you the issue
I'm shadowboxing my demons, sometimes this shit can get iffy
But my niggas side to side, down the ride in a jiffy
Flip the script and get it jumpin, then we land it and stickin em
Movin' on some cruise control when I'm pennin' my visions
So autopilot's all I know, when I'm done with these lyrics
I spark a doob when I spit, hittin' herb, then I flick it
Then all I mind is my business but niggas always wanna fiddle
It's fickle, I'm tryna focus on fiscal this year
It's simple this here ain't no time to fall back
Like sittin' on beach chairs, 'cause I wet the beat, flow like an estuary
Ain't no affecting me, how I infect the beat
Exceptionally, you best believe I bless the beat
So ain't no testing me, like, check
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Writer: Abulele Njingolo
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