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The moment you’ve all been waiting for: Von Doogan and Rob Hustle collab on a track and fucking kill it.

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Oh shit we got lyrics too!

Automatic – Paper Clique Allstars

Rob Hustle
what you gonna do with yo life bro
9-5 two kids and a wife bro?
waste days as a wage slave
never get paid
wonder why you seem suicidal?

wonder why you never feel happy?
wonder why you outta control?
wonder why you smile on the outside
while inside you rampage like a psycho?

man i might up and go crazy
if i had a fuckin life like you
if i had a dumb motherfuckin boss
always tryna tell a motherfucker what to do

so just ask yourself this question
who da real g’s be online?
who really be makin that paper,
runnin capers, stayin on that grind?

can’t be no motherufuckin pussy
can’t afford no wastin no time
gotta want to GET that PAYpuh,
gotta have that shit all on your mind

who the fuck oprah be suin?
who the ftc reviewin?
who the texas ag pursuin?
a-game yeah thats how we do it

I flow mo sick than swine flu
there’s really no need to remind you
i dropped these lines that i rhyme to
give you all somethin that you can to grind to

dont neva look back behind you
neva let nobody outshine you
double p c to the bz paper clique
a-game number one top rhyme crew

never find my rhymes up on itunes
never gonna stop tryna bring shine to
all the other motherfuckers in the a-game
gonna keep droppin these ride till i die tunez

i flow so low when i go low
lookin mean gonna lean back like a cholo
pull a 404, call the po po
neva go black like a black hat cat with a co-lo

Von Doogan
What you know about a colo, with a wholesale promo,
pay the shit once with a prepaid, doesn’t even seem bad, let the shit run for 4 mo, months yo. proxo fo sho
My flow is a proto-type, hold the road tight like a pair of low pros.
Me and rob hustle flow so fero-cious, causing comotion, oh no.

Stop, take a deep breath momo, seen fname for a second, cheese, then photo.
My flow is oh so sick, so ridic, flow so vicious, rip
these landers, fire up these spammers, be frightened, greased lightening,
got the berries, got the rezv, got the rebills, got the iq test, got the pro teeth whitenin.

Yeah, screamin fuck the world,
make monies online, you’d love a twirl.
Give ya bitch a spin, I’d pluck ya girl,
one thing i know, it was much deserved.

And we gettin our just rewards, and you know we love dessert,
got the cake and eat it to, weak game we seein thru, mothafuckas think they can’t get weeded too.
But they can, rolled up, spliffed quick,
don’t like my style, suck my dick.
family feuding, the mccoys and hatfields, survey says, you can get ya damn cap peeled.

Off the top, written or not, try to block my shot i’ll stop ya plot.
Cuz i switch it up daily, and firelead is the network that pays me.
Got you in daze, Billy Mays, hitting brick walls left and right, 1 more line of code to write.
1 more garcia left to light. ayo i’m gettin hype!

Yeah, up in the cypher spliffed up, strip club, pimp cup, exotics tip cup,
cuz a gentleman, with a henny handle, can’t stop, when it comes to my goddamn spam op.
Hittin all the big socials, how many triangles in this photo.
oh no, dundadda back in the zone, hustle lit it up, doogan gotta bring the track home.

get money get paid is the first rule right, get bitches get laid, is the second alright.
two rules to live by, doulbe p c dot bz ain’t no kid’s toy, it’s war.
chyeah, bout to close it out, leave ya croaked on the ground wit an open mouth.
Dead on arrival, excited by my live flow, fuck with us, shit i wouldn’t even try to.

and you can catch the swine flu. we homocidal,
me and rob hustle will dust you, any beat ain’t gotta try to rhyme to.
It’s automatic. we throwin nonos. spiced up like adobo,
harder than a bulletproof volvo, gased up like sunoco.

Get it jumpin like a lolo, top to bottom, rip the vocals, oh so loco,
goin global, got the mothafuckin a game in a goddamn choke hold.
Automatic. it’s automatic. causin havoc.
Automatic. it’s automatic, bringin static, yeah!

on our A game, is automatic, in this A game, like a mac. br-r-r-r-t

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