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acesocold – wishing lyrics

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(intro)
stacks on stacks yeah i’m wishing
grinding twenty-fours ot living
hit a l!ck, go missing
yeah we working from rag to riches
whip whip in the kitchen
codeine-promethazine yeah i’m sipping
all these n-ggas stunt but none living
all these n-ggas stunt but none winning

(verse)
grind grind till we living
f-ck with mans dough why you tripping
i can’t f-ck with no snitches
i can’t f-ck with no b-tches
bally up, gloves on, no witness
ot in the rain, it’s slippy
grinding on the roads
why you kissing
me and my n-ggas all dripping
told my n-gga move
he won’t listen
twelve one-twos lane switching
doing miles on miles
yeah we pitch em
grab zs on zs
yeah we dish em
if it ain’t money talk i won’t listen
f-ck an opp, ain’t no time, i need the riches
won’t rely on a girl, most of them b-tches
we the ones who watch the jakes plot twisting
i remember them cold days
lurking in the streets
coming home late nights
feets smelling all funky
no it ain’t worth my time
do my thing day and night
no sleep for the money
reminisce blue lights
backing down the road
c.i.d, t.s.g
yeah they had us on running
f-ck twelve
and don’t know what i’m on
i’m lowkey in the streets
busy getting this money
sweet one looking lovely
little does she know i been through f-ckery
don’t worry baby
f-ck any other ladies
come ride with me
we’ll make this money
i’m a city boy
f-ck going country
me and you ain’t the same
now trust me
all these b-tches play me
yeah they all mistaken
blowing up my phone
say they love me
where i’m from, yeah it’s sc-mmy
where i’m from, man switch up for money
all these n-ggas live large on social media
but in reality they are real bummy
and don’t call me a thug yeah
cause we never had dough
we had nothing
it was me and mumzy
we was starving hungry
so when it comes to money
it ain’t funny

(outro)
need to go missing
f-ck that fame
need that bread to go missing
f-ck with the fam or you go missing
f-ck with the fam or your p-ssed
never gone stop till i’m rich yeah
grind don’t stop like money mitch yeah
in the bando, yeah we live yeah
in the hotel with your b-tch yeah



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