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$lumped
by Li'l Draco
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Yeah I pull up to your whip, and you know I got that click
And you know I never miss, I’m gon’ put you on my list
Yeah you know I’m lookin’ crisp, I’m gon’ bake you like some chips
I’m gon’ cook you like a chick, that’s your present from Saint Nick
Yeah, you know that I’m ballin’ in the hood, yeah
You never understand but you wish you could, yeah
You know I be gettin' good good, yeah
Your momma made you by mistake, oops
Hey, one, I be havin’ fun, we ain’t never done
Ain’t no blood, party ‘till it’s one, you ain’t invited so don’t come
Hey, two, you know I cut through, stay there I’ll cut you
You a fool, you ain’t get no more clues, the streets ain’t got no rules
Hey, three, don’t come mess with me, knock you up you teeth
Blood taste sweet, I’m a frickin’ beast, come back I’ll repeat
Hey four, knock you out the door, don’t come back for more
Stay on the floor, I’ll hurt you of course, that you can’t afford
I’m like 6ix9ine on the line, and you know I’m lookin’ fine
And the contract I signed, got no time to hide
Got people to find, autographs to sign, limited time, but Imma’ be fine
Imma’ spit up these nursery rhymes
But you know I ain’t got no nursery time
Yeah I’m runnin’ up the court to the three point line
And you know it drained and the crowd goes wild
Yeah I pull up to your whip, and you know I got that click
And you know I never miss, I’m gon’ put you on my list
Yeah you know I’m lookin’ crisp, I’m gon’ bake you like some chips
I’m gon’ cook you like a chick, that’s your present from Saint Nick
Yeah, you know that I’m ballin’ in the hood, yeah
You never understand but you wish you could, yeah
You know I be gettin' good good, yeah
Your momma made you by mistake, oops
Hey, one, I be havin’ fun, we ain’t never done, ain’t no blood
Party ‘till it’s one, you ain’t invited so don’t come
Hey, two, you know I cut through, stay there I’ll cut you
You a fool, you ain’t get no more clues, the streets ain’t got no rules
Hey, three, don’t come mess with me, knock you up you teeth
Blood taste sweet, I’m a frickin’ beast, come back I’ll repeat
Hey four, knock you out the door, don’t come back for more
Stay on the floor, I’ll hurt you of course, that you can’t afford
Yeah I pull up to your whip, and you know I got that click
And you know I never miss, I’m gon’ put you on my list
Yeah you know I’m lookin’ crisp, I’m gon’ bake you like some chips
I’m gon’ cook you like a chick, that’s your present from Saint Nick
Yeah, you know that I’m ballin’ in the hood, yeah
You never understand but you wish you could, yeah
You know I be gettin' good good, yeah
Your momma made you by mistake, oops
Hey, one, I be havin’ fun, we ain’t never done
Ain’t no blood, party ‘till it’s one, you ain’t invited so don’t come
Hey, two, you know I cut through, stay there I’ll cut you
You a fool, you ain’t get no more clues, the streets ain’t got no rules
Hey, three, don’t come mess with me, knock you up you teeth
Blood taste sweet, I’m a frickin’ beast, come back I’ll repeat
Hey four, knock you out the door, don’t come back for more
Stay on the floor, I’ll hurt you of course, that you can’t afford
I’m like 6ix9ine on the line, and you know I’m lookin’ fine
And the contract I signed, got no time to hide
Got people to find, autographs to sign, limited time, but Imma’ be fine
Imma’ spit up these nursery rhymes
But you know I ain’t got no nursery time
Yeah I’m runnin’ up the court to the three point line
And you know it drained and the crowd goes wild
Yeah I pull up to your whip, and you know I got that click
And you know I never miss, I’m gon’ put you on my list
Yeah you know I’m lookin’ crisp, I’m gon’ bake you like some chips
I’m gon’ cook you like a chick, that’s your present from Saint Nick
Yeah, you know that I’m ballin’ in the hood, yeah
You never understand but you wish you could, yeah
You know I be gettin' good good, yeah
Your momma made you by mistake, oops
Hey, one, I be havin’ fun, we ain’t never done, ain’t no blood
Party ‘till it’s one, you ain’t invited so don’t come
Hey, two, you know I cut through, stay there I’ll cut you
You a fool, you ain’t get no more clues, the streets ain’t got no rules
Hey, three, don’t come mess with me, knock you up you teeth
Blood taste sweet, I’m a frickin’ beast, come back I’ll repeat
Hey four, knock you out the door, don’t come back for more
Stay on the floor, I’ll hurt you of course, that you can’t afford
