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ar fiteen - demonstration lyrics

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[intro: paid in full scenes]
(lulu)
you know what this is
this is the best product
forget about heroin this is the wave of the future
(mitch)
it’s about f-ckin’ those skeazers like that right there
its about driving these fly -ss cars
and its definitely about never dressing like a n-gg- like you man

[chorus]
count a 100 racks let demonstrate it
you ain’t really balling if you tryna save it
use to hide the bricks in my mama bas-m-nt
and you ain’t really fit for this conversation
now i’m gettin real money i ain’t gotta shoot ya
put so much money on ya head yo own mama do ya
that a get the job
like she ain’t love her son
she like f-ck it i can go and make another one d-mn

[verse]
thinkin’ bout that night like why the h-ll that f-ckin gun jam
hit you in the melon, heavy metal turn ya brain to spam dog
try to bless ya cousin and the n-gg- ran off
so don’t be tryna call me fam dog
i don’t know none of yall
in the studio every night building my catalog
you get the same charge for cut so i ain’t sellin’ raw
everybody in my city going federal
trying to sell it all, sell it all, sell it all
in the kitchen with the mannitol
you can die if you breathe in
ripely won’t believe this , 1 n-gg- piece bricks
ain’t no remixing songs i’m remixing zones
yeah, im talkin’ 1 to 36
trap house ain’t get no time to furnish it
and it’s jumpin’ on some kermit sh-t (what’s poppin’ kermit)
you ain’t one of us , trappin’ 101
you still put 1 on 1, you must be f-ckin’ dumb

[paid in full skit]
(ace)
10 years me and you gone have matching benzes
(mitch)
10 years? n-gg- more like 10 days man, 10 days

[bridge]
goin hard on both lines
yeah you’ll be rich in no time
trappin’ 101, you still put 1 on 1
you must be f-ckin’ dumb

[chorus]
count a 100 racks let demonstrate it
you ain’t really balling if you tryna save it
use to hide the bricks in my mama bas-m-nt
and you ain’t really fit for this conversation
now i’m gettin real money i ain’t gotta shoot ya
put so much money on ya head yo own mama do ya
that a get the job
like she ain’t love her son
she like f-ck it i can go and make another one d-mn



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