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2 eleven & t.f – cleaned up lyrics

ol’ man 80zz

[verse 1: 2 eleven]
yeah
no bleep ’til the bag made
look at what the land made
f+ck about no rap game
we don’t fight fair and even then the lil homie got my back fade
made my first 50k posting hoes on backpage
that was back in ’02
you just started seeing money in pandemic, you got catching up to do
yeah, right hand man’s a bishop
n+gga, who really got the juice?
aye, n+ggas rap rich, let’s see who really tell the truth, ah
bust down freezing, it’s the north pole
n+gga press a b+tton on the beemer, i’m in sport mode
got me a goddess, a rider, show her how to divide it
yeah, she still down but she don’t get none of the profit
ot with the cough syrup, that’s a awful lot
handy with them tools, little n+gga, i’ll cut your water off
hollywood robberies, strip you for your audemars
let you buy it back, you little n+ggas know the protocol

[verse 2: trizz]
aye, i been solid, stayed down for the cause
all i got is these pr+nouns and my b+lls
look at y’all, broke and window shopping at the mall
at the stoplight your bucket ’bout to stall
b+tch, i ball so that b+tch pick right up when i call, who tryna haul?
i was walking ‘fore i crawled off the alcohol
lacing up this weed, my b+tch is all i need, uh
to keep it g, i still got tricks up my sleeves
on their knees after dark, i’m at the park with the g’s, yeah
tryna beef, you’ll lose t++th like lil cease so take heed, uh
‘fore i make you n+ggas bleed
when i wake up i thank god i get to breathe, n+gga
[verse 3: bale]
authentic, can’t do if it’s less than this conversation
ox and tommy in the back of that lexus
what type of favors you gon’ do that’s gon’ get you respected?
it’s the closest ones to you so you barely expect it
i rarely express it, fake smiles get you rejected
a lot of these n+ggas still die for acceptance
posting guns on the net, couldn’t survive with a weapon, yeah
please respect the food chain, n+ggas wearing food chains
you ain’t got no paper, don’t suggest how i do things
these n+ggas getting bold, making sh+t difficult
face stepped on a bird, now my n+gga pigeon+toed
cold feet before the mission? should’ve left your ass at home
like really, what you on?
you sold a zone and now you corleone?
like dawg, we ain’t the same, portray a image through your camera phone
working on my balance while i’m still bringing banners home
i need that date, just amber rose with the gold soul, beezy! n+gga!

[verse 4: t.f]
uh, look, let’s get you cleaned up
clean that b+tch up, baby
what happening, b+tch?
let’s get you cleaned up

what i paid to beat the case cost a cartier bracelet
yeah i’m talking ’bout that little diamond, yellow gold paving
all my watches got paperwork, let’s update the appraisal
i know growers worth millions and all they rock is wranglers
1911 custom polish, look stainless
yeah that m+th+f+cka pretty but it’s filthy as vegas, uh
errthangskanless, gunpowder my fragrance
fresh up off a l!ck, spit sunflowers at staples, i mean crypto
shout out to big crip toe, 2 door tahoe had the set jumping like ’64’s
chip on his shoulder, ain’t no questions what he a crip for
bloodshot eyes even when sober, yeah he’s schizo
i’m tryna ball out like kick+offs, uh
debating on buying this frenchie, it cost a wristw+tch, uh
time is money, f+ck a pit stop
and this feel like perfect timing, clear for liftoff, k!lla!

- 2 eleven t f lyrics

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