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Price On Your Head

by Cardiak Flames

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Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh Uh, Narrow I wish a nigga would diss me, you shitin' me, I'm on his ass Might turn the other cheek, that don't make a nigga sweet I hear your little lines, you ain't low or discreet Pick and choose your battles, these uphills is steep Let sleepin' dogs lie, cause once he wake up You got a dog, I never clock in, I'm the boss Cook niggas, create my own sauce It's all from scratch homie the realness is back Cause this ain't what you want forreal, you chumps Should chill, these bars will leave slumped forreal And these beats ain't leased and they thump forreal It's big business over here, we taking every share Woo, that's on God, let the church say We gone party, Go shawty, it's your birthday I'm hydrated, yet these niggas so thirsty Touch my cup, you pay in the worst way Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh Narrow I rise to the top, you ain't Ka-reem I heard your bars Them punchlines trash, delivery is ass I'ma act a donkey on 'em, treat niggas like My shit don't stink, switch it up and get funky on 'em It's gettin' funky on the mix now right Plenty niggas spit, don't mean they shit sound right Shit, I got too many rounds in the clip So dope, they call me 2 point 4 pounds of that fish School niggas, how I do niggas, not even tryin' I go way harder than you niggas, really what it do nigga I ain't going back and forth with you niggas Scoop my shorty up from Duval, give these chicks the blues all Summer, Winter, Fall, I'ma a winner y'all Not a beginner y'all, he's a top contender y'all Since y'all honey mustard, I'ma chicken tender y'all See if they remember y'all once I put an end to y'all Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh Narrow Move back, I need six feet, this ain't no social distance I'm just tryna protect you from the heat The smoke hit like gun blaze, haters mad They can't block my sun rays, these chicken shits Unavailable, like Chick-fil-A on Sundays That cookie cutter flow made with no butter yo You up against sweet cream, that salted butter flow That rich taste, see the reaction on your bitch face Says it all, homie gone ball Cashmere cloth in the fall, winter stink Minks and all, you niggas doing it wrong They don't speak my language I talk fluent to y'all, and plus What, I'm just as hot as they come You goofy's, I knock off for fun, excuse me My uzi weighs a ton, referring to my mouthpiece But also got the gun, gone give it to 'em Don't go to bed, with no price on your head, naw Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time, uh uh Narrow

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