Lyrics:
wish I could be more like you!
Sometimes they don't want to give your credit to you
Wouldn't be a destiny?s child if it wasn't for you!!!
Dc-3 forever
times
And I got hijacked and been robbed for cash and robbed
On credit.
Worked my way into jail and outta jail and I woke up
A lotta mornings and I
boxcars
The union says hold, break out the dice, break out the gold
It's lunchtime at last
And old big mama said: "georges raft's tonight on the late show"
credit
But be at the credit union
Took the knife out my back
So I hang around some shooters
Try to snake me like Judas
Who remembers death in the family
times I gave my bitch the sunshine
Harley Davis, Harley Davis,
Twin came I gave my bitch a 100 favors
You was a college student abusing the credit
bodhrán loud and learn your Polish grammar
Credit union loan, sold the Opel Corsa
Hired a camper van, picked it up in Warsaw,
Been so close before,
The state of the union is a state of confusion
and the state of the nation is mass condemnation
The state all the while is a state of denial
might be a problem, you better call some back-up
Fuck a credit card, can't go to Western Union
Use the ATM, or just keep it movin'
Ain't nobody chasin'
Bronx and
She lookin' like a beauty (On God)
They call me Big Jelly and
They know my money ruthless (Wolf)
Catch me in the A, I
Got credit, Credit Union
Mi seh the bloclaath dialer a answer
Pan e line them know man a monster
A every credit card wi response fah
Mi Chop e skull all when shi have
Sometimes they don't wanna give your credit to you
Wouldn't be a Destiny's Child if it wasn't for you
DC 3 forever I'm thanking you
Lord thank you for your
THE FRONT WINDOW OV THE CREDIT UNION ON THE CORNER. THE BLAST OV ANTIFA ENERGY WIPES A COEXIST BUMPER STICKER FROM A NEARBY SUBARU OUTBACK. THE STREETS NOW
money? (Gbogbo questions yi o necessary)
How you dey pick money (Okay wait nigga see)
I get CashApp, I get PayPal, I get Zelle
I get Venmo, Western Union
feel less alone
They could hear us through the walls
Stories that we told
In our little alphabet-town home
Now my credit union they lied to me
Just like
They're bustin' unions in Wisconsin
We got mojitos by the pool
We got a talent for distraction
No reaction to the colic and the cruel
They're
spoked wheels. In spite of all this, it is obvious that the way he really gets
around is by being dangled from place to place by a union guy with a dark
the acting, this aint broadway, Hamilton nigga
Can't get boss credit from the credit union lil' nigga
(Thats Facts)
Been a real long long-long road
I gotta be
for cash and I been robbed on a credit
Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was
You 'bout to die, ain't ya?
Near death?
Well did you know, 4 out of every 7 applications to heaven are denied due to poor credit history?
Call us,
pretty hard
Don't carry cash oh now we take credit cards
Look out the window and you ask yourself why
A better place would be much harder to find
Stay
mind go
Give it all you got, give it all you got, give it all you got
In the spot new hip hop and Latin Quarters
And the Union Square
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
j'existais plus et vu les circonstances
Je ne manifestais aucune contestation
Et lui il parlait d'envergure au service de l'union
Tout en faisant toujours tout
in the Buick
Three up front, three in the back
I'm trying to get my dreaming back on track
Trying to get my credit back to black
Once credit was
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