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Jones Grace Feel Up

up Feel up You hide your dreams Your dreams aren't real Feel up Don't give up, don't give up Feel up Feel up, feel up Feel up, feel up Feel up, feel up

on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And I'm a need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dial jones. Or maybe I'll put money

your hair up Dab on the make-up Trying hard to look so pristine Like a face in a magazine Those fancy dressers and Media pressure Have got you feeling

not Just for chunks of Ankgor Vat They'll trade you up Trade you down Your body a commodity Our sacred stage Has been defaced Replaced to grace The marketplace Dow is jonesing

Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell

crib on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dow jones. Or maybe I'll put

Swift fist like camacho, i got so Much style i should be down wit the stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up

Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here is feeling so dark Feeling so cold, Lord I'm feeling

break your face bone For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up