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Royce Da 5 9 Independent S Day

love Walk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood I ain't trying to bug But that's why you got to shove Come on.. [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Excuse

my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood) [Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)] Icewood? (Icewood) I could go home witchu baby if the pipe good [Royce Da 5'9

Aint no backin you up, ain't no after you gone The pastor of the church nigga, that's when it's on The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin

[Royce Da 5'9"] Nottz, let's take 'em back Yes.. yes.. yes. Yes.. the Smith 'n, the Wesson Extended clip in the vest of whoever testin Rollin to the

face I'm smelling you aroma, you hating up the place Before I start K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing [Chorus: Sara Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9

't wanna fuck wit me then I'll gun 'em So don't get me started 'cause lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded" Fees for

"Death is Certain," and "Rock City" But along that way, I manage to find my independence So that's where we at right now Royce Da 5'9", "Independent's Day

my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood) [Ingrid Smalls] + (Royce) Icewood? (Icewood) I could go home witchu baby if the pipe good [Royce Da 5'9

[Ingrid Smalls] Right there, right there? Right there, right there? [Royce Da 5'9"] It goes up, down, side to side That's how a real bitch ride, ride