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green like Jack and the Beanstalk
And I do them hoes stone cold, Steve Austin
You ain't talkin' 'bout money
Then you bluff or cheap talkin'
My team often
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
of ice cream do the Martians like?
Here come the Martian Martians
Why staying in such a cheap hotel?
Maybe we should help out the Martians
Looks like
of ice cream do the Martians like?
Well here come the Martian Martians
Why staying in such a cheap hotel?
Maybe we should help out the Martians
Looks
When did you start to see only the worst in me
Or was it more about your own insecurities?
You're playing tricks on me and I think you like how it
around with a chip
Money out of nowhere this shit is a trick, uh
I’m the hottest nigga on the block (Hot), uh
I’m the hottest nigga on the block (Hot), uh
barefoot, that bare soul
I bare the load oh
Solo, by myself
Dolo, Frodo from uh
Lord of The Rings
So I guess I have to bare it alone
My precious won't
Threeface
Nie som cheap man, celkom rich taste
Nie som 6ix9ine ale tricks mám ako swiss made
Hipster-ish, hipster bitch
Lick my stick, stick that in hot
selling yourself so cheap
I don't trick cuz your beauty is priceless your beauty is priceless
Thuggin what we been doin
And
Thuggin what we been doin
i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
ride the bike unless it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime
B R
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin'
Look at her face up on the pole woah
She shakin ass woah
Look at that ass up on the pole
She doin tricks just for the dough
She make me wanna throw
others down
You are full of tricks you just cheap clown
You full of gimmicks you just a little mouse
Quick at typing shit but smell your self doubt
I can
I got fellas, waiting for a big dawg
I ain't playing, so I never throw a cheap shot
Couple fellas they don't want me to grind on
I'm a star so I
Nothing to save you
Can't play me like a bitch
If you the bitch
Can't fall for stupid tricks
If you fell for it
This what happens when you lie
I don't
left my tiny dancer
Then we left that fucking bar and broke a couple hearts together
Shoulder shrugs
Cheap shared laughs
Like it’s whatever
I
yeah, you my type Dada
Oh, you a trick Dada , let's take some tricks Dada
Anything you up, we double it, that ain't shit Dada
We got the racks, it's
veins
You created your sin
Blackened by greed
Of your sick twisted need
Can never take back
All you've discarded of me
You took all the smiles
it's what you wanna see
Me
I been blinded by the cream
This ain't always what it seems
Underrated by the seasons
Overrated by the creeps
Oui
This is what
I lost my fame
It's a cheap trick
I want to do it again
I've got no life [Repeat x2]
I am a separate entity
From the guy I was before
Here
when you burn out, or learn of another source
But of course, external motivation's a cheap trick
What does it all matter if it's less or more the same
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