Can A Drummer Get Some Lyrics

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(Can a drummer get some)Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon

The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You' who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!Can a drummer get some
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(Can a drummer get some)Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'mma shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know ofI don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an F'ing star
Haha, get it' I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastardsCan a drummer get some
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(Can a drummer get some)Tupac and Juice riding ' on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I'm screaming 'stack muthaf-cker'
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so'Can a drummer get some
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Songwriters
TAYLOR, JAYCEON / ROBERTS, WILLIAM / BARKER, TRAVIS / DEAN, KASSEEM / CARTER, DWAYNEPublished by
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