Before I Starve

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TooHunnit

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Toohunnit
Yeahh
I'm a motherfucking trapper, ughhh
Ughhhh, we get them motherfuckers in
Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage
I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face
I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space
I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today
I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake
When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith
Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face
Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate
Why the f*ck this lil hoe eating dick, she had already ate
She so nasty, she keep telling me to buss it on her face
How the f*ck I'm running out, I just had a whole crate
Cut your plug off, I'll sell em to you for a cheaper rate
Weatherman say it's ice in the streets, I got some skates
And my brother selling food, but he ain't put it on no plate
And my other brother steady trying to come up on a Drac
I been stressing bout my case, but shit my lawyer say I'm straight
Wrap a nigga in the club, owner got in 4k
He won't send it, I'm like why the hell you bitching bout my tape
Niggas steady sending threats when they ain't never buss a grape
Send a blitz, that nigga tripping, should've tied up his lace
Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage
I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face
I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space
I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today
I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake
When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith
Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face
Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate
If he green, Ima tax him, I got real za
You can smell it for I take it out the wrapper, I ain't no rap nigga
Block a nigga number he ain't spending, he tryn' rap with me
Probably with a college bitch tryn' make her do some math with me
I'm the plug and niggas know it, I got clientele
Why the hell you going out west and I got it right here
I spend this shit and get it right back so shit I might as well
If the feds come and get me Ima be fly as hell
We the reason niggas scared to go to Bonnell
And if a nigga drop a lo we coming right there
That lil hoe bad I still gave her ass the runaround
That shit was sweet I had to take him down
Trapping in my Michael J's, I couldn't work for minimum wage
I'm the type to up my blick I catch you staring in my face
I'm the type to tell a hoe back up, bitch give me some space
I'm the type to get a load in and sell it all today
I miss my ex she kept it real, all these other hoes be fake
When I was broke, I always knew I'll be up, I had faith
Nail a nigga to the cross, I got one tatted on my face
Before I starve, I'll take some off another nigga plate

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