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Cdubz WrongOnes

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My pockets was hurting
Had to find me a way to make it out
Wash it out wit detergent
Blood stains on my shoes when I walk out the house
Oh I hurd they was lurkin
Imma send my lil Shoota to empty em out
Gettin the paper was urgent
I'm Rushin for more put my face on the mount

Let talk bout bout paper route
Might load the account then I empty it out
Buy a HUNNID acres now
I'm the boss now I'm the man of town
Vvs on floss now they shinin they glisten they bliss n they blow
They put charts now when they book me a show know I'm bringing a crowd
Enough said I'm the shit right now
Ice tray on my wrist right now
Might steal yo bitch right now
Nigga watch yo lip right now
Might stop wanna pause that
What I'm speakin is all facts
Spot a opp found a mole rat
Run the rock like in Bo Jack
You can't compare to me
Trynna build me a legacy
All of y'all niggas yall dead to me
Pour out all my Hennessy
All y'all niggas a damn waist
So I'm Smokin my shit to the face
Can't wait till I buy me a wraith
All the stars block out all of the hate

My pockets was hurting
Had to find me a way to make it out
Wash it out wit detergent
Blood stains on my shoes when I walk out the house
Oh I hurd they was lurkin
Imma send my lil Shoota to empty em out
Gettin the paper was urgent
I'm Rushin for more put my face on the mount

Get the rock and invest it
I keep learning these lessons
Aint no time for stressin
So I keep me a weapon
Mama told me keep steppin
Take your time this shit not a race
You keep winnin if you runnin yo pace
All that talent don't put it to waist
Make sure they know you great
Oh shit euro step fillay
Get in paint like AI
Trappin night n day time
I look like the GOT in his prime
You'll get to the top of you climb
Keep pushin move mountains
All these thousands im countin
Nigga f*ck is you Clownin
Man you fucked wit the WrongOne
Throw a pitch and I hit a home run
Pussy ran when he Hurd the lil gun
Why you talkin I know you a bum
I was destined to shine like the sun

My pockets was hurting
Had to find me a way to make it out
Wash it out wit detergent
Blood stains on my shoes when I walk out the house
Oh I hurd they was lurkin
Imma send my lil Shoota to empty em out
Gettin the paper was urgent
I'm Rushin for more put my face on the mount

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