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Sakeller J

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I call up my plug and he say he got cookies the shit cost me double but I ain’t a rookie I run up a bag 'cause a nigga be lookin' (why he lookin'?)
He can see how I’m cookin'
I feel like Obama the windows is tinted
The shit cost me 30 you know I ain’t rent it
If he gotta problem you know that I’m with it
Keep fucking her over but all is forgiven
Gave me 3 chances I treat em like wishes
It’s money and power I’m good off these bitches
Addicted to banking I run up some digits
Allergic to ops spin a block like a fidget
She just want all my time and I ain’t got no time for that
Why you can’t call my line? you know I be busy the grind intact
Run up some numbers I pray I don’t fumble the contract is double I signed the max
Fresh outta huddle still ball like the bubble won't do me like Phoenix I promise that
I take you shopping what you tryna do ?
I do mcqueens or the jimmy choos
Too many bitches I don’t wanna choose
Too many dubs I could never lose
Too many groupies tryna hit the crew
So many hints, never gotta clue
If I could have one thing it'd be you
You'd be my everything if it’s true
Pay no mind to these niggas y’all gon' make me run a check
She be posting when she with me you gon' get ya man upset
I done put 20,000 hours in man f*ck it I need a jet
These hoes stay in situations man that’s why they life a mess
OG slid me half a pound and said you got it boy you next
Told em I’m coming back wit 10 but he ain’t tripping dawg he blessed
Money be coming in and out I’m losing count I’m feeling stressed
Block too hot I had to chill I threw some diamonds on my neck (yeah)
I call up my plug and he say he got cookies the shit cost me double but I ain’t a rookie I run up a bag 'cause a nigga be lookin'
He can see how I’m cookin'
I feel like Obama the windows is tinted
The shit cost me 30 you know I ain’t rent it
If he gotta problem you know that I’m with it
Keep fucking her over but all is forgiven
Gave me 3 chances I treat em like wishes
It’s money and power I’m good off these bitches
Addicted to banking I run up some digits
Allergic to ops spin a block like a fidget
(Spin a block like a fidget)
She just want all my time and I ain’t got no time for that
Why you can’t call my line? you know I be busy the grind intact
Run up some numbers I pray I don’t fumble the contract is double I signed the max
Fresh outta huddle still ball like the bubble won't do me like Phoenix I promise that
I promise that
Feelin like tunechi I need me a milli and she call greedy I'm fine with that
Most of my problems be coming from bitches I probably should dub 'em they're kind of whack
24 hours she gone off the powder I pop me a perc and align her back (yeah)
Used to sell by the bus stop for nothing
OBPD pull up we was runnin'
Jumping fences them crackas was huntin'
Niggas jealous I know they be grudging
Call me Trae in Atlanta, I'm clutchin'

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