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- Omar / Greene
- Roger / Wolfe
- Colin Fitzroy
 
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Sole - Accurate Math lyrics
Go bananas if you lickin' my split with the lavender six
 Sexier than calendar chicks my voice is orgasm to mix
 Have my money accurate
 I don't want my cats to flip they clap and shit
 Real nails, no tips, lips you love to kiss
 And for Amereda sour get my thugs to crisp
 Front row cheering the Knicks illegal pit
 Stack my arithmetic, ridiculous
 I like hard and stiff can you handle it?
 Sole' burn tracks like candle wit
 Independent woman, so you don't have to trip
 Baby, we can go dutch half pay for it
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 Yo we number one for months, you tryin' to catch up like hunch
 Yo we up front and personal, I heard ya label jerkin' you
 Feel like hurtin' who, Lord have mercy on you
 Only female out the crew
 5' 6" and petite rockin' baby blue and the navy two times two
 With twenties on it, get up on it
 You want it but they ain't no how, Bitch Brigade, I'm fittin' Cal
 Have you hoes feel trapped when faced with hot tracks
 I take my hails off, you takin' dirt naps, I heard that
 Make you work pass ATL home of the lats
 Bringing real hip hop back now who can top that
 Need to stop that we top cats where my niggas at
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 Sole - Accurate Math - http://motolyrics.com/sole/accurate-math-lyrics.html
 You don't really wanna face me
 I had to smack a bitch in the dressing room of Macy's
 You don't wanna make me put my hands up
 Get yo man what?
 You know we buck misery, pull the truck up
 He ran like a duck, now it's me and you boo
 And you shit out of luck, open up and meet these nuts
 Now you lumped up for what
 Talkin' out ya lip, now the next thing you kiss is peroxide Miss
 Rappin' ain't yo style you need to switch
 Read your top ten list Sole' on top of this
 What what yo yo and you know that I'm the soloist
 I'm rollin' dice make 'em clap to this
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 We can do anything that you wanna do
 Go any place that you wanna go
 I ain't no money, hungry hoe
 Sole' don't need ya dough, no, no
 Make 'em clap to this, make 'em
 Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
 Make 'em clap to this, make 'em
 Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
 Make 'em clap to this, make 'em
 Make 'em, make 'em clap to this
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