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1800 it - empire lyrics

[intro]
1800 for you

[verse 1: rmc mike]
[?] shoot the pallbearer
real n+gga turned into a b+tch n+gga, [?]
put a 2 on a dog, and collect all extras
ain’t n0body f+cking with my team, n+gga, we all special
[?] chasing great danes, he a dog catcher
told his ass to put his [?] on him, but he a raw seller
[?] a n+gga twice, he made me scuff up my marjellas
[?] tryna lock my cousin up, but he a smart feller
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
eh
let’s apply pressure
should i go old school drink ac, or should i high tech it?
finna take this n+gga’s strap, we don’t buy weapons
i ain’t tryna test the microphone, i say mike, check him
f+ck a staitment, i was locked, you ain’t even write letters
p+ssy n+gga hating, imma k!ll him, he gon’ die jealous
i’ll beat a n+gga ass, if he don’t [?]
[?] straight dropping bullsh+t, i let them dry seprat

[verse 3: rmc mike]
b+tch, we back in motion
[?] smoke that sh+t at once, [?] this b+tch potent
[?] with some crack on it
seen doggy 3 weeks later, now he a crack smoker
i ain’t mean to do that sh+t
it’s just life, huh
b+tch i’m really having what i want, don’t check the price now
baby this is not no anaconda, this a python
357, i learned about this b+tch on lifetime

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
paint a n+gga whip in broad day, i’m a known artist
line his neck up with a raiser, i’m a whole barber
b+tches sucking d+ck and hitting lies, this a brown party
i ain’t have my strap, i choked a n+gga with my phone charger
i’m a murderer
all that d+mn green lean you drinking, you a turtle, huh
[?] that p+ssy up, and made her splash, she a squerter now
remember when the [?] was [?], now the verse a thousand
[verse 5: rmc mike]
keep that sh+t a hundred times 10, [?] a thousand
planted seeds in some green grass with purple flowers
love high tech, but activis bring out cirtain powers
unc first time getting high, he took 30 sours
old 6 expidition, but [?]
[?] b+tch for 3 months, made 70 thousand
you ain’t never had a bag, n+gga, let’s be honest
[?] i’m tryna make a milli, just let me count it

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
selling yay, i see [?] random people [?]
i don’t f+ck with [?] no more, i’m looking for a script writer
fell in love with cookie, should’ve had a role on empire
you know it’s hard out here for a pimp, [?] howard
i’m finna whip that brick
i ain’t have enough to buy the bole, so i took that sh+t
8 lines of red in the juce, ain’t tryna look suspicious
[?] this b+tch look delicious

- 1800 it lyrics

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