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Don Blake - Infrared (feat. Raekwon) Lyrics



Don Blake - Infrared (feat. Raekwon) Lyrics
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Hello
Welcome back to yet another edition
(Another edition) of beau knows cookin' (cookin' up)
And today... haha
Target on my back yeah they aimin' for me
Your captain got clapped now we're reigning your street
The tre eight'll pop if you're playin' with me
...I'm a hustler baby
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (make it), make money money (make it)
(Infrared at his head)
We take money money, take money money
Night of the hunted, hunnits of gunmen who get confronted
Yo, shake hands and die as soon as i get blunted, what
Sit back and stunt, the money long-winded yo
Somehow we got stronger, guess which mob gettin' it
Four fingers is starfish the 'rage is six deep
Peep the see-through nozzle, keep the cars crispy
Send the gratitude aces pop, licataa juice
Mango cocktail parties, yeah my santa cruzes
All we know is the star power, tax is blueprints
Raisin' king-men with higher power this institution
Raisin' scholars, young doctors going global
Teaching sonar, navy seals in pensacola
Yeah, yeah the destination blue beaches
Harry winston short-sets on, exclusive teachers
Control the market, it's ours now push the leeches
We'll be hidin' in 2030 y'all keep the street shit
Target on my back yeah they aimin' for me
Your captain got clapped now we're reigning your street
The tre eight'll pop if you're playin' with me
...I'm a hustler baby
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (make it), make money money (make it)
All y'all envious cocksuckers (infrared at his head) get out the way (the mighty thor)
We take money money, take money money
I'll hit your dome and have you spinnin' like a cd player
Slugs loadin' up my gauge, you'se a bb sprayer
Head bang like shaq in the gym attackin' the rim
Grabbin' the gin, concrete smackin' my timbs
Target practice ya limbs, my grind? find the environment then
No days off, you a useless prick, you stay soft
I pray through clouds of cherry bali much faster builder
Smoke like john brown it's the dutch master killer
Stuff puff pass vanilla pockets of leaf sheets
Felt it in three teeth, shots fly over your head! put it on repeat
In the box, beau be greek freakin' it, these plays unstoppable
Y'all muthaf*ckas vegetables necks is straight chop-able
Pack a punch, my tongue a shotty with a pump
Every time i spit? that's another body in the trunk
Milky baby faced assassin rap hard when it's on
Spotted don catch me direct the next sec i'm gone, what
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (infrared at his head)
We take money money (infrared at his head)
We make money money (infrared at his head)
Y'all know the rest
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English

Hello
Welcome back to yet another edition
(Another edition) of beau knows cookin' (cookin' up)
And today... haha
Target on my back yeah they aimin' for me
Your captain got clapped now we're reigning your street
The tre eight'll pop if you're playin' with me
...I'm a hustler baby
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (make it), make money money (make it)
(Infrared at his head)
We take money money, take money money
Night of the hunted, hunnits of gunmen who get confronted
Yo, shake hands and die as soon as i get blunted, what
Sit back and stunt, the money long-winded yo
Somehow we got stronger, guess which mob gettin' it
Four fingers is starfish the 'rage is six deep
Peep the see-through nozzle, keep the cars crispy
Send the gratitude aces pop, licataa juice
Mango cocktail parties, yeah my santa cruzes
All we know is the star power, tax is blueprints
Raisin' king-men with higher power this institution
Raisin' scholars, young doctors going global
Teaching sonar, navy seals in pensacola
Yeah, yeah the destination blue beaches
Harry winston short-sets on, exclusive teachers
Control the market, it's ours now push the leeches
We'll be hidin' in 2030 y'all keep the street shit
Target on my back yeah they aimin' for me
Your captain got clapped now we're reigning your street
The tre eight'll pop if you're playin' with me
...I'm a hustler baby
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (make it), make money money (make it)
All y'all envious cocksuckers (infrared at his head) get out the way (the mighty thor)
We take money money, take money money
I'll hit your dome and have you spinnin' like a cd player
Slugs loadin' up my gauge, you'se a bb sprayer
Head bang like shaq in the gym attackin' the rim
Grabbin' the gin, concrete smackin' my timbs
Target practice ya limbs, my grind? find the environment then
No days off, you a useless prick, you stay soft
I pray through clouds of cherry bali much faster builder
Smoke like john brown it's the dutch master killer
Stuff puff pass vanilla pockets of leaf sheets
Felt it in three teeth, shots fly over your head! put it on repeat
In the box, beau be greek freakin' it, these plays unstoppable
Y'all muthaf*ckas vegetables necks is straight chop-able
Pack a punch, my tongue a shotty with a pump
Every time i spit? that's another body in the trunk
Milky baby faced assassin rap hard when it's on
Spotted don catch me direct the next sec i'm gone, what
(Infrared at his head)
We make money money (infrared at his head)
We take money money (infrared at his head)
We make money money (infrared at his head)
Y'all know the rest
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Corey Woods, Beau Fighera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Don Blake
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Corey Woods, Beau Fighera

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