Elbow Room
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โฑ๏ธ 1:38 duration
๐ ID: 11942304
๐ Lyrics
Heard you set up like shop
I be on street, on yo block
Ok Louis
Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop
I be on street, on yo block
Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh
Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh
Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh
When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh
Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh
Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part
I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop
All my brothas they with it, lil nigga get guap
I might drift to the money you think its a flock
RIP 2, ain't talking Pac
I'm for the people they callin me Rock
I'm beating that boy, just like a cop
Why is you coppin? I call them opp
Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib
Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's
I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is
Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap
And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap
And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap
And I called up my brody and he got a mac
And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back
And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"
All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts
And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax
Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed
Told her she getting played like she play the sax
And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max
But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks
Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin
Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin
I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted
I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission
Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffin
Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'
Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton
Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton
Different, I tell that shorty I'm different
Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'
Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman
I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew
Punching shit like I'm IP Man
Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance
I be on street, on yo block
Ok Louis
Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop
I be on street, on yo block
Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh
Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh
Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh
When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh
Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh
Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part
I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop
All my brothas they with it, lil nigga get guap
I might drift to the money you think its a flock
RIP 2, ain't talking Pac
I'm for the people they callin me Rock
I'm beating that boy, just like a cop
Why is you coppin? I call them opp
Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib
Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's
I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is
Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap
And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap
And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap
And I called up my brody and he got a mac
And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back
And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"
All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts
And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax
Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed
Told her she getting played like she play the sax
And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max
But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks
Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin
Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin
I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted
I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission
Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffin
Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'
Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton
Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton
Different, I tell that shorty I'm different
Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'
Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman
I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew
Punching shit like I'm IP Man
Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.91] Heard you set up like shop
[00:10.27] I be on street, on yo block
[00:11.29] Ok Louis
[00:12.89] Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop
[00:16.19] I be on street, on yo block
[00:17.72] Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh
[00:19.23] Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh
[00:20.68] Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh
[00:22.25] When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh
[00:23.84] Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh
[00:25.40] Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part
[00:26.79] I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop
[00:28.12] All my brothas they with it, lil nigga get guap
[00:29.68] I might drift to the money you think its a flock
[00:31.75] RIP 2, ain't talking Pac
[00:33.12] I'm for the people they callin me Rock
[00:34.51] I'm beating that boy, just like a cop
[00:36.22] Why is you coppin? I call them opp
[00:37.59] Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib
[00:39.07] Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's
[00:40.66] I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is
[00:43.74] Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap
[00:45.51] And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap
[00:47.15] And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap
[00:48.60] And I called up my brody and he got a mac
[00:50.28] And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back
[00:51.86] And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"
[00:53.48] All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts
[00:54.94] And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax
[00:56.58] Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed
[00:58.12] Told her she getting played like she play the sax
[00:59.75] And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max
[01:01.36] But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks
[01:03.01] Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin
[01:06.25] Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin
[01:09.15] I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted
[01:11.03] I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission
[01:12.48] Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffin
[01:14.14] Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'
[01:15.69] Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton
[01:17.22] Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton
[01:18.84] Different, I tell that shorty I'm different
[01:20.49] Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'
[01:22.05] Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman
[01:23.63] I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew
[01:25.73] Punching shit like I'm IP Man
[01:26.78] Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance
[01:28.52]
[00:10.27] I be on street, on yo block
[00:11.29] Ok Louis
[00:12.89] Uh, uh, heard you set up like shop
[00:16.19] I be on street, on yo block
[00:17.72] Running through the cheese like its chop, uh, uh
[00:19.23] Heard you want smoke like Pop, uh, uh
[00:20.68] Check yo life in a pic that's a crop, uh, uh
[00:22.25] When his dreads in it look like a mop, uh, uh
[00:23.84] Put my foot on they neck like a sock, uh, uh
[00:25.40] Ayo whats poppin' I'm fresh out the part
[00:26.79] I heard that boy flexing and he need to stop
[00:28.12] All my brothas they with it, lil nigga get guap
[00:29.68] I might drift to the money you think its a flock
[00:31.75] RIP 2, ain't talking Pac
[00:33.12] I'm for the people they callin me Rock
[00:34.51] I'm beating that boy, just like a cop
[00:36.22] Why is you coppin? I call them opp
[00:37.59] Take off his shoes when you walk in my crib
[00:39.07] Why that boy cappin' you working at Lid's
[00:40.66] I'm at yo crib, with yo shorty, and kid and I'm eating his snacks cause it is what it is
[00:43.74] Yea his shorty pulled up and sit on my lap
[00:45.51] And then buddy got mad, and then she filled him with cap
[00:47.15] And then buddy got mad, and he pulled out a strap
[00:48.60] And I called up my brody and he got a mac
[00:50.28] And he point it at, shhh, and lil buddy got back
[00:51.86] And he said "I'm so sorry I will take it back"
[00:53.48] All my brothers is running I'm stating them facts
[00:54.94] And i'm printing this money, and it count like a fax
[00:56.58] Heard he want a feature but he getting taxed
[00:58.12] Told her she getting played like she play the sax
[00:59.75] And I feel all this pain, I ain't feeling this max
[01:01.36] But through all this pain I'm still getting these racks
[01:03.01] Huh, yeah, huh, America, I'm seeing money you look like Claritin
[01:06.25] Why is he talkin' he dont know the naritive, why is he talkin' he thought is was heroin
[01:09.15] I feel like Samson, I got my hair top twisted
[01:11.03] I'm getting tired I'm feeling like mission
[01:12.48] Dawg got his hair top like Blake Griffin
[01:14.14] Piston, if I take shot I ain't missin'
[01:15.69] Listen, I'm up in London like Tipton
[01:17.22] Sippin', I pour that tea like its Lipton
[01:18.84] Different, I tell that shorty I'm different
[01:20.49] Flick, then put it on and keep flickin'
[01:22.05] Kickin' out something ain't talkin' bout Tipman
[01:23.63] I'm in the club with a suit like i'm Hitman, Pew, Pew, Pew
[01:25.73] Punching shit like I'm IP Man
[01:26.78] Got that boy shaking just like the crip dance
[01:28.52]