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Al Taylor - Nick Foles Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Pat]
They want delivery, well I got the package
Provide consume complete now that’s a fucking hat trick
Never catch me slipping
Got my cousin with me
His favorite color blue because he fucking cripping
My pops was in the kitchen
Wasn’t washing dishes
While I was in the room Frieza killing Krillin
At first they said I suck
And I don’t give a fuck
Favorite team Milwaukee how I get a buck
Growing up they said I ain’t have no worth
Everyday I take my ass to work
8 years old that shit had to hurt
Working hard ain’t got time to search
Never brag cause I earned this shit
Do this shit it so effortless
Quit complaining put in work you bitch (x2)

[Verse 2: Al]
Rap or lick money I can never be worthless
Bust packs and tracks Teezy baby all purpose
The first time ya girl fucked me she was nervous
Now she twist and dance on the dick like a Persian
[Break]

[Verse 3: Al]
Send bullets while scrambling, thats a full lateral
Hit yo mans trying to hit you, know he collateral
The way I touch these beats you can tell that I'm a natural
No bitch I can't cuff you, we’re just incompatible
Hit the lick and disappear, feds say that I'm magical
My team move tactical
Get money this factual
I'm hot and yo bitch flammable
Light her like a candle uh
I be in her vaginal
Yea I be in her vaginal
Like swerve gotta re-steer it
Cause this song gone be so hot that my granny might it
Everyone up on my block show me love when I'm near it
Free my nigga Deon swear they hoed him at his hearing