Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha (Live)

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day

They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet

But they cant they accented like the UK

Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray

Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me

My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went

You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone

It's a little to strong for u to be putting on

Trust me I say this justly

I went from musty to musky and yall cant mush me

I warn yall cornballs I hush puppies

The swans in the pond call my duck ugly

But now they hug me because its lovely

They love the aroma of a roamer of the world

Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls

Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl

You want the flava ma, hey I got cha

You want the realness, well I got cha

I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya

Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey I got cha

You see ma people here, you know we proper

You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

And I'm from Chi-Town thats where I flies round

Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now

We used to gangbang a lot of that done died down

Children of the hat tiltin' keepin hope alive now

All with no high I do It so fly

Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow tie

I love my city really hope that God bless it

Have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges

Welcome all of yall to my dark recesses

This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges

My Ivories And My Doves My Levers and my Zests

It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness

The belly of the beast you know I'm from it

I wrap it in a towel here go my pal in the stomach

And I be on my green like Irish Spring and I Coast

Fudge wit It and get a mouth full of soap

You want the flava ma, hey I got cha

You want the realness, well I got cha

I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya

Either They pimps or they macks or they mobsters

You want the real shit, hey I got cha

You see ma people here, you know we proper

You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off

Is from the Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss

You feel it in the air, its such a fine force

But you don't hear me though, just like a mimes toss

That's cuz I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour a

Im on my pimp, my temperature is temperer

I take it easy on my watch Im watchin TV

Am I clean as my her-re-shy's, see the hare is trying to beat me

I continue to do Lu's pace

They say him got two heads and four eyes just like screwface

But see my secret's safe its in my secret safe

That's in my secret room on my secret base

So from the runner of the FNF crew

Come in hip hop we've come to resurrect You

You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You

You want the flava ma, hey I got cha

You want the realness, well I got cha

I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya

Either they Pimps or they macks or they mobsters