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starlito – 28th song lyrics

[intro:]
drummer boy!
you care what i did
you care me saying
you care what i did
you acting like i’m’

and if i thought that i could change, maybe i would
i got a lot of common sense, but baby i’m hood (i’m hood)
i sold dope before but i wouldn’t say that you should
but i’ve been broke before and it doesn’t feel good
‘told me to kush, f-ck n-gg-s, won’t have nothing on my books
hate this stupid ho i’m with but love the way she look
love the way she lie
her cousin got me plugged in on the kush
must be crazy i then doubled dip f-cking on her sis, opps
i know i ain’t sh-t i ain’t proud of it
then caller 16, had to call them right back
like want a verse or a pound of it
money, money, money, money, money, money
yeah, i kinda like the sound of it!
got a box of bullets ready to touch you p-ssy
f-ck around and get found bl–dy
out ya thugging without a budget
they trying to figure out how i does it
independent and i’m winning
i was broke before but it been a minute
spending chicken independent
that’s a rollie so it isn’t ticking
time is money, can’t spend a second
second guessing no indecision!
my second weapon got extensions in it
that’s thirty shots
living life as a thug n-gg-, that’s word to’
grind hard so we stir a lot
swerving, serving like we never heard of cops
prefer to handle my business personally
you want this work or not!

my money dirty, my hands dirty
pistol dirty, my whip clean
b-tch, with me,
we riding dirty, she talk dirty
but her p-ssy clean
i’m still dirty, i’m still working, i’m still serving
n-gg-, f-ck you mean!
my pockets fat
and my temper short
and my clip is longer than a limousine
and i let that b-tch come bark at you
b-tch i’m strapped like a dog catcher
the last thing you want is confrontation
cause i’m with the sh-t like your gallbladder
30 rounds in that ‘that’s overkill
i live life in the fast lane
either catch-up or be road kill!
trap n-gg- way before the deal
i don’t give a sh-t about a deal!
b-tch, i got a plug
i’m a heavy weight with more outlets than the ‘
such a fly guy i’m so outta here
i’m so fresh to death i ought to write a will
got a box of bullets ready to touch you p-ss-es
these hollow points tryna cop a feel
in the trees like a baby panda
paranoid i’ll spray the hammer
i’m in my house up all night
just starring at my surveillance cameras.
i’m warning you no warning shots
i’ll pop your -ss and you’ll learn your lesson
stressed out still counting money
cause that’s best antidepressant
if i thought that i could change
maybe i would!
i got a lot of common sense, but b-tch i’m hood
and i’ve sold dope before i ain’t saying you should
(can’t help it!)
but i’ve been broke before and that never feels good
(sh-t, sh-t, sh-t!) b-tch!

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