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10kkev - forged lyrics

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[intro]
(432)
b+tch, let me talk to em
(432)
okay 432
(432)
yeah

[chorus]
i’m droppin’ checks, makin’ money like ball players
just got a text from my plug, list the weed flavors
you got out a lil quick, where yo case paper
i like stimmys over slips, shout out tax payer
i be cleaning out accounts like i’m doing chores
i cook the slips so good they ain’t going [?]
you ain’t made for this game i’m plugged the cord
i’m in a 2 seater vette, can’t even get backdoored

[verse]
open up a chase [?] tell yo coworkers
give me a week and you can quit in+n+out burger
guns, cars, monеy i live like a rp servеr
this n+gga ride with me, wanted for police murder
gettin’ all this money got me hangin’ out around the crashout
picked up a 10 and dropped it at the stash house
i was getting [?] back in the [?] days
hittin’ all of the san diego like the padres
ridin’ with a 100, have yo heart racin’
you stressed out about bills and yo car payments
the plug love me i ain’t complainin’ about the price ranges
we talkin’ money we ain’t even speakin’ the same language
i was just in n0bu, i gave [?] a tip
a b+tch gotta really be in the ground just for me to trip
i’m takin’ pole everywhere, cuz n+ggas takin’ kicks
before i get caught without this b+tch, i’ll get caught with it
they done gave a ball to me, now i’m hoggin’ it
you really gave a statement to the people now you [?]
i’m in the game with my pops feel like bron and bronny
my plug sellin’ ids, [?]
leave a b+tch [?]
caught them n+ggas on the block with bodies on my choppa
whippin’ all over the pot like i’m makin’ pasta
you pushin’ p’s, how you cool with the one who shot you
brian’s getting so dry, i’m on shark shop
i don’t know what it is but i paid for her botox
no cpn, i got the title from the car lot
i bought a ar that look something off black ops
the pants mike amiri, shoes dolce
you got a navy [?]
i’m gettin’ married to the money, that’s my soulmate
caught him on the corner, no cameras that’s a cold case
[chorus]
i’m droppin’ checks, makin’ money like ball players
just got a text from my plug, list the weed flavors
you got out a lil quick, where yo case paper
i like stimmys over slips, shout out tax payer
i be cleaning out accounts like i’m doing chores
i cook the slips so good they ain’t going [?]
you ain’t made for this game i’m plugged the cord
i’m in a 2 seater vette, can’t even get backdoored



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