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Ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy Money Music, nigga Ayy, bout to go froze, let me call my jeweler Let the money talk, yo shit on mute Smokin' like a boss, bitch,
it ain't the same Hallelujah Ay yo, my speech punished The reaper cometh Watch your favorite rapper fatigue and plummet My rhymes truly the dumbest
Good Morning My rent ain't paid but I'm alive y'all that's okay I had my Ipod on shuffle, I heard one of my lines I said I'm like Gotti, Ghandi
time You get bored you make rumors you a dead guy All that buzzing in my ears you a dead fly I can go and fuck yo bitch if i did try My potna a' be
oh! One step at a time My Direction is set in my spine I don't really think I got a flexible mind yo As I get up and grind, with no sensible guide
hope I won't be empty By the time I right my wrongs Hope they don't find me guilty Cause you can be in Vogue Whole time they just gone envy Full course,
Grab the suit and tie, had to do it to 'em I ain't givin out my time to a goofy nigga Drop a hunnid K on a loser nigga (Laudiano) The first nigga
(SpeakerBangerz) (LC run that back, yo) Ay, first off, I don't respect no rats I ain't never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks
can’t hold me I just need a brand new face Straight from the lake charms full of snakes Said they got some brands new K’s I ain’t never hate gon make yo
bones full variables So it goes Ima grow Till I cant Fit my bones Heaven knows I stand in the night like im six feet tall Or Like im by ya bed While
the city with my hand all over my dick I been feeling myself Let a pussy try me imma let him know what it is Don't get to full o' yo self Put a hole in 'im
Yo what type of shit is that I mean What kinda What kinda business you got going on What the fuck is that C'mon Don't you fuck this up LaMarcus Bet
Ok Yo baby daddy Blood I know niggas in his set They gone turn that nigga Crip I put these blues on his head Mama know the city crazy For Christmas I
that where yo heart at Is you real nigga would you fall back When times get hard what you call that Is you real my nigga Is you still my nigga Do
Yo When you're not keeping her in check Another man is The game is peak Never trust too tough Trust me Billy I don't trust too tough I don't even
Hey yo Ring around the Rosie That's what we don't do Pocket full of posey's for a three-piece suit People got the Covid from eating that food
the time be They don't want to know me, they want to know my G's Le I quit, things ain't the same no more But I'ma do my thing 'til there ain't no more
believe me, next year round this time its Silkk up on his pager (then ask me) -chorus- [Big Ed] Bustas can't see me, they blind
Shiesty motherfucker, you don't like me get a thumper I gave a pipey to my brother, thats yo wifey why I fuck her Iight YEAH This shit too hard Turn
about balance They're speak on yo name Then see you and tail tuck But I'll change a Nigga thought pattern Got boss status I come from the city We slump
Smoke something sip something take yo mind off everything its already worked out we gotta play the patient game easier said then done i already know
Taking it out the vault (huh) Taking it out the vault (huh) Formula gimme the code (yuh) Warm it up back on the stove (huh) Ok yo shit getting old so
in my system If you living how I'm living And you were in my condition Full of this conviction Key in the ignition Engine purrin’ like a kitten
Yea When it comes to that 97 south, it's some things you need to understand The winter time grimey, but I guarantee them summers jam A nigga want
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