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Harry Houdini (, born Erich Weisz; March 24, 1874 – October 31, 1926) was a Hungarian-American escape artist, illusionist, and stunt performer, noted for his escape acts. His pseudonym is a reference to his spiritual master, French magician Robert-Houdin (1805–1871). He first attracted notice in vaudeville in the United States and then as "Harry 'Handcuff' Houdini" on a tour of Europe, where he challenged police forces to keep him locked up. Soon he extended his repertoire to include chains, ropes slung from skyscrapers, straitjackets under water, and having to escape from and hold his breath inside a sealed milk can with water in it. In 1904, thousands watched as he tried to escape from special handcuffs commissioned by London's Daily Mirror, keeping them i… more »

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He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long,  you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us
He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long, you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us

Living this shit, couldn't make it up
Funny how I really came from nothin'
Look at me now that I'm made of money
Run up a pack and I'm payin' bills
If I was you, then I wouldn't be jealous
I wouldn't want me another rich enemy (Huh)
Tie him up like a vasectomy
I never hit me a stain in a minute (Uh)
I know these niggas, they after me
I gotta check-in and out of the city (Uh)
Get my foot in the millions
Runnin' it up off a lot of residuals
Don't want the man in the middle
So we ain't talkin' no digit's (Uh)
Crodie, he itchin'
Glizzy they comin' with switches
I f*ck the baddest bitches
Ain't gotta pay 'em to f*ck 'em
I'm really independent
How'd I make a hunnid? (Oh)
Writin' it down, my lyrics
They know my name is buzzin'
Ever since Late Nights with
Burna Bandz, nigga, we did it again

He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long, you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us
He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long, you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us

Livin' this shit, couldn't make it up
Tottin' my wrist, now I'm cakin' up
Who told the bitch, you can't pay for love?
Might f*ck with her, if she paying' up
I'm in the trap, with the 80 tuck
Bro caught a case and we ate it up
Ain't from the top, we raid it up
Real swag, we ain't savin' up
Boy, I know you ain't savin' up
You in the trap, you ain't made enough
Might cut it up with the boss
Makin' plays out a double R
Little bitch, she a stubborn one
I go get me another one
Shoot a man, need another gun
My niggas all for the fun, yeah, uh
Just let me know, when it's finished
WD-40 with a Smithen
We made a killing' from kitchen to kitchen
Yeah, I gotta change how I'm livin'
Fuckin' all of these bad bitches
I fucked the ones that was dissin'

He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long, you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us
He's living this shit, couldn't make it up
They sleepin' on me, had to wake 'em up
She wanna f*ck, gotta pay to f*ck
You trappin' so long, you ain't savin' up
Can't go to sleep, never made enough
Who told a bitch you can't pay for love?
Who told a bitch you can't pay to f*ck?
Funny they broke and they hatin' us

Living this shit couldn't make it up
Funny how, I really came from nothin'
Look at me now that I'm made of money
Run up a pack and I'm payin' bills
If I was you, then I wouldn't be jealous
I wouldn't want me another rich enemy (Huh)
Tie him up like a vasectomy
I never hit me a stain in a minute (Oh)
Get my foot in the millions
Runnin' it up off a lot of residuals

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