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24.7.365 (interlude) (feat. DONFATHER)
by Mitch Moses
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Stress weighing tons
But i get up off my ass & i make that
Digital that, tap tap
Cashapp & i make it back
Still wanna know where the bag at
And its kill, lockdown, hazmat
Nah i cant fuck wit the chit chat
These days the field whack
In da street no trust tell em bag back
Yeah
Young Scooter WORK on da AirPods
Shoutout to the set man
I really fucks the whole skwad
All duck hoes provide is a blowjob
Nigga you must decide to defeat odds
So put in work but dont pull quads
Just give em smirks, simple head nods
Stay way down to earth, boy
On da path to real McCoy
No Shady shit, troops will deploy
And i got money spinnin on da web
She flipping round da bed,
I tol ha bring da toys
And ima give ha straight pipe, no alloy
She gone ride da pipe right, no cowboy
I know da forbidden fruit ripe, bring wild joy
But after that its back to money
Easy Street stay sunny
Ima shine, you can not stop it
Like a bee on honey
Its a fuckin paper grab
I got hands like TJ Lockett
No Dekimbe, that hate, i block it
Meme like Wee-Bey surprised, im shocked
You boys believe in the lies, im clockin
I know you see it my nigga, Yung Joc'n
Stress weighing tons
But i get up off my ass & i make that
Digital that, tap tap
Cashapp & i make it back
Still wanna know where the bag at
And its kill, lockdown, hazmat
Nah i cant fuck wit the chit chat
These days the field whack
In da street no trust tell em bag back
Stress weighing tons
But i get up off my ass & i make that
Digital that, tap tap
Cashapp & i make it back
Still wanna know where the bag at
And its kill, lockdown, hazmat
Nah i cant fuck wit the chit chat
These days the field whack
In da street no trust tell em bag back
Yeah
Young Scooter WORK on da AirPods
Shoutout to the set man
I really fucks the whole skwad
All duck hoes provide is a blowjob
Nigga you must decide to defeat odds
So put in work but dont pull quads
Just give em smirks, simple head nods
Stay way down to earth, boy
On da path to real McCoy
No Shady shit, troops will deploy
And i got money spinnin on da web
She flipping round da bed,
I tol ha bring da toys
And ima give ha straight pipe, no alloy
She gone ride da pipe right, no cowboy
I know da forbidden fruit ripe, bring wild joy
But after that its back to money
Easy Street stay sunny
Ima shine, you can not stop it
Like a bee on honey
Its a fuckin paper grab
I got hands like TJ Lockett
No Dekimbe, that hate, i block it
Meme like Wee-Bey surprised, im shocked
You boys believe in the lies, im clockin
I know you see it my nigga, Yung Joc'n
Stress weighing tons
But i get up off my ass & i make that
Digital that, tap tap
Cashapp & i make it back
Still wanna know where the bag at
And its kill, lockdown, hazmat
Nah i cant fuck wit the chit chat
These days the field whack
In da street no trust tell em bag back
