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allan legrand - deposit lyrics

[verse 1 allan legrand]
uh, look
ridin’ [?] north eastside with my niggas
rosie ride stack gon’ figures
put her on her back, rollin’ back woods trash good
still f-ck a pearl without the liquor
had a couple girls wanna hurl out the liquor (rahh)
can’t be my queen, ‘les you drink with the team
no sippin’
all the f-ckin’ team take shots so vicious
y’all stand still, hear me go get it
ball hard, pro figures, bro air my fitting (my fitting)
my seed so malicious in capital
put on the beat i will batter you
talking that heat i got hammers too
nothing but space opportunity
running your place need immunity
this is what disrespect do to me
this shit not lyrical eulogies
you better p-ss when they shoot at me
biggin’ that pop when they shoot at me
just know you married a g
after the place is asleep
the 4 is the place i would be
after the world is besieged
accomplished a race at my feast
cause i was a reject
trappin’ out two checks a piece off the leash
to die with no regrets
and get more [?]
my mission complete and i rest in peace

[chorus cal rips] x2
don’t hit my phone unless you talkin’ a deposit
niggas think they got it but these niggas steady starvin’
we is racin’ to the money
lil’ nigga you ain’t bout it
finna f-ck up outta check dont even pick up when money callin’ (hey)

[verse 2 dizzy gordo]
niggas think a f-cking bounty on them
i might pull up in an audi on them
your girl in my crib with em secrets on her
she rollin’ my weed and i’m sleepin’ on her
my niggas in here we mobbin’ on ya
these niggas ain’t rocking for ya
can’t do this boosie, your man’s might sneaky might get some booty
but its f-ck the coochie, i’m all about my rubix
wreck the rules might need a b-tch thats coolin’
gets some aquafina, smoke greener, her feet up
tryna get her cranked till i gotta lead up
my b-tch down to ride like we engine [?]
i’m lovin’ on her but its best discreeted
better hide your bae like em eggs on easter
i’m a champion but i ain’t her cena
don’t cuff the b-tch cause she for the team bruh
need a trip to the beach, try to change my scene up
tryna turn them things up
need a b-tch a freak, need a verse to lease
got a gram to chief up, baby roll the keefa
i get high for reasons you can’t relate
i might take her on a dinner date
so i can play her a head of skate
give her 1-on-1s in disarray
you niggas is crying its a penny race
imma go and get it anyway
get em buckas, haters changing lovers
causing lotta ruckus, nigga you can’t touch us
maybe imma about to roll a j’, i’m in the clouds imma get away
when i smoke this pound a nigga feel emblazed
got the fish, aye throw my way

[chorus cal rips] x2

[verse 3 king rosè]
money on the table need to quit
time is money, money cop the rollies
i could never cop the plea or the fifth
unless i need to lit
tryna come between my meals you can eat a d-ck
keep it g shit yeah
after that if imma need to listen
all the flows you did for my momma and chris
all the screamers say all the shows legit, all them hoes lit
yeah all the hoes is lit
they dont know shit till its too late for em
cause real niggas off, made toothpaste for em
shot to the neck like 2k forums
it ain’t done if the residue ain’t formin’ (uh)
whoever dissed need to quicken up
i’m relevant, couple hundred for the booking bruh
she on her knees telling me things are looking up
and these niggas ain’t shit acting like a whole b-tch
when you niggas fell in love with the pussy bruh
i ain’t finished with niggas you don’t know the half
at the show actin’ like i don’t know your camp
bust it open she taking naked photographs
she ain’t told you that

- allan legrand lyrics

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