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EARS GUN CLEAN LIKE
CHLORINE SMOKE FIRE SHOT MEK MONEY FUCK OUT JOLIE 
WHICH GYAL FI TALK SAY DAH KILLA YAH SMELL MOLIE NONE

COUNTREE JUST SEND A BRAND

the past tense
Nigga tell me what that meant
Never mind, your luck
I don't give a fuck anymore, blessing
Used to be dehumanized by human eyes
Now I'm

shop at Cumberland
I'm a grown-up, still ridin' with the punishment
Ridin' with a switch, slid it by the belt
Sosa got the bags, got rich off of deps

the dice
If you wanna book me live
Know you getting charged plus tax
Roll them eyes up out your head
Mad cuz I'm shootin out
Straight facts yeah
That's

that money pronto (yeahh)
Straight gangsta, my papa and my mom kno
Young boss bitch, call me
Crooked Head Honcho, yea!
Im doin me, like I'm jackin off

I do it to make money
Up in the drop top whippin' when it’s sunny
Gambino flow is how I roll
All y'all rappers who just don’t know
Your track is

the slums
Now we hopping out the Rolls truck
Knew I’d had me some money when I growed up
The rap shit working, the trap shit slowed up
Me, I never slowed up

People say I'm ちょっと little loco
No need for name, I roll by my logo
Hey, yeah 伝染する鼓動
Move it like a rolling stone

日本中だけじゃ足りない 目指す舞台は世界に

One of those days
I just can't win
My money is gone
My car is fucked again
Wife is leaving
Kids not far behind
Leave me here in my own demise
Do you

into cash flow 
Might spend  some money on me on that note 
And they judge by my colour so i'm in black clothes 
Man are dying over jewels i still want

nobody gonna fuck you like I do
I like to spite you
Just to show that I'm the only nigga in the world that could ever do right by you
And tell your

slip cause it might blow up
As I sip this dirty soda
Got a blunt I need to roll up
That's the fruit of my labor
Money got me in a chokehold
Trynna fight

got carrots by the sink
Every morning I wake up to the pressure
No stress cause I keep a handy tool, yeah, Beretta
Biggie Smalls got my coogie sweater

Rolling light, I'm only carrying a couple Gs
My balls in her mouth, ain't no way she bout to fumble me
Listen, so just understand
Roll with me, you'll

this a 1983 and the interior clean
Covid 19 could never be sicker than me
If you ain't movin by now baby whatcha doin
Jah made the beat for ya ass to get

hate to see my family hustling, trying to get a penny
I'm trying to write them hella checks with plenty zeros in it

There's never too much money to be

know I feel so I high 
That I'm touching the sky
You know I can't let go 
I aint saying goodbye
You know it feels great
To know all the money 
Becoming

a blunt to celebrate
Feeling good my money in
Saving more then Imma spend
Hundred fifty get it big
Need it by the summer end
Profit with the the revenue
Get

hit the fan I got a new plan
Coz I owe money to my dealer and the Tax man
So I put it on Facebook I took my last breath
I'm Mike Balls gonna fake my own

Yo gang this a bop
Niggas really pressed
Tell em meet me at the top
Roll another spliff
I'm about to get them hot
Man if ya boy swing
Be with

Yea
Fuck your love
You can keep that shit if its fake
Yea just let it roll
Yea
Troublesome
The older that I get
It's crazy that we heavens sent

addicted to growth
See that I'm drippin', it ain't even the clothes
Surrounded by water, I'm buildin' a moat
Tippin' the boat
Buildin' careers over gettin'

Check
Sky my limit, betting with the pen, promised bro I'll be a winner
Gotta hunger for the rich boy, need a rolls royce when I sink skin deep in my

Hard to peep a snake creeping up when your grass high 
I was taught to treat the CEO like the trash guy 
I been out the way they only see when I pass by