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letra de ac - troyman

[intro]
this is move-my-mind-mondays
this is your boy mex[?]-mid-mike
and we are sweating in atlanta georgia
hotter than a devil’s -ss
kids are going to cl-ss
but you know what you gotta do:
(this should be my theme song… to life)
time to wake and bake baby!
h-llo atl, rise up

[verse 1]
same dream, same team, same n-gga
promise i ain’t change much
flow go, oh so mystical
tell them that its danger
sick with it, smoking on medicinal
higher than an astronaut
homie say, why you ain’t blowing up
its because i rap a lot
he don’t get it, i’ma get it though
all green like its piccolo
even shrek, tell em kiss my donkey
hol’ up let me get a mistletoe
running with the wining team (yea)
we gon’ ball [?] clean (yea)
we just be on different things (yea)
soon enough you’ll mention me

[verse break]
you can call a n-gga [?] rocks coz i be in the cut
minding my own
grinding up strong
roll them doobies up
let me smoke, my stress be gone
i don’t wanna hurt no body
whipping like i got kids
if you rolling up, then roll shotty with us

god why hesitate (yea)
lets levitate, elevate (uh)
resignate, section 8 (yea)
love, we got h-lla plates (eating!)
up until the last supper (yea)
we get cheaper by the dozen (uh)
i ain’t home, at my cousin’s
we burning up we’re the oven yea

chorus
is you, or is you ain’t rolling with us
if you is then i’m rolling it up (god-mn)
ya
ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look

ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look

ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look
ac

[verse 2]
(ey ey ey ey, where you from young blood)
n-gga this oakland, out in the country right here with my kinfolk
these girls don’t know me but they want to blow me like nintendos
band up, ask around
breaking bad boy in town
walter white with the wrist work
they harden when i’m not around
i don’t want the rocket power
nothing sweet pocket sour
plenty for residuals
every hour by the hour
it go tick tock grandpa
till the piggy bank is ham hop
life is such a beach
i’m just that n-gga from the sandbox

[verse break]
someone said you became an outcast when you had that stank on ya
please don’t ask me where its from
yea its all from california
don’t sell weed but i’m what you need
i can call someone over
he must skimp and he pimpin’
you’ll be glad that you know him (what up!)

smoking presidential in the residential (that obama)
lighting like a bomb we got h-lla missiles (call osama)
a-salaam-alaik-m in my blunt
i ain’t racing i’m just pacing please don’t take it all at once (burn up)

[chorus]
is you, or is you ain’t rolling with us
if you is then i’m rolling it up
ya
ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look

ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look

ac – too hot
ac – too hot
ac – look
ac

- troyman

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