Infamous - The Fugitive lyrics

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Infamous - The Fugitive lyrics

[Produced by Infamous] Coca, muah Elephant in the room Crills Early in the morning, could barely feel my face Cuttin' that raw raw hammer on my waist My baby mammas' stressin', I'm like f** out of my face Feds on my a** now, 'bout to catch a case I'm about that "makin money" I'm alergic to poor sh**, I done made some hoes out of the girls next door 6 in the morning when they kick in the door I'm probly outside the forge gettin' brain in the Porsche What Porsche? My Porsche yeah the GT Porsche Of course I floss like them DC boys sh**, right at club love I f**ed at least three broads In the middle of the dancefloor such a sleazy who*e Now, headed for paradise Carlos Bengante, jazz in the background, Harry Belofante Seagul in the clouds look honey im comin' Different strokes, different folks, you guessed it, Phillip Drummond Now I'mma f** the p**y 'till the p**y get numb and Roll over naked then we kush kush puffin' This is way too easy though, I am the magnifico Cuban is pride, but I'm much more like eazy though If you don't believe me you can see me on your TV yo Tailor Made Versace, I'm with Khaled on that speedy boat When it comes to latina MC's there's none bigger Now who's gonna tell me that I can't say n***a? n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a b**h ho Cause some chicks is b**hes, and some chicks is hoes Some independent ladies yeah they make a lotta dough So they get nuthin' but love and respect from Fat Joe I remember when I stepped in the game yo Army fatigue with grey Nikes, that flow Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know Joe You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe, you gotta gotta gotta gotta let 'em know I'm Borricua 'till I die motherf**ers, yes I will detach you I'll leave holes you can't cover with tattoos All you lame souls keep prayin' to them statues, when I'm the ghetto God, I'll bless you, achoo The one spitter, the can't get ridder, major label dropped me what I do? I got richer 80 babies terror on the corner, I'm the pitcher Got a new connect and what I do? I got richer ? the wop bam boo Guess what, America we love you And I'm a stay reppin' that TS Crew And show ya motherf**ers how the BX do sh**, every time I rockwild, it's more like a zoo Blinds wrapped around the corner if your too late your blue In that new white phantom, call it: milk on wheels n***as wilin' like Joe jus ODed off pills I ODed of crills, I ODed of mills You Monopoly guys, haulin' in no billz sh**, n***as keep askin': how come he so real? 6'1", light skin, got them green eyes, teal Haha, it's the fugitive Coca I'm on the run, and I'm eatin' b**h Street runner on this one, b**h We'd like to welcome you, "elephant in the room", (thank you, thank you), b**h Top of my game right now, can't nobody see me man We use different forms of transportation n***a I'm on different planets than y'all n***as right now You can deny all you want n***a Coca's spittin' that sh**, these streets is mine Oh, I get on some Pun sh** What you want? That hardcore, commercial sh**? What you wanna dance? Crills mania, n***a BXTS! I owns this sh**!