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b.a badd - round table convos lyrics

[verse1: b.a badd]
i bag b+tches with my father’s features
give hope to the non+believers, my gold charm prestigious
i seen n+ggas lose they life just for reachen
only god got the righteous teachings, i drop the bread of the prices decent
the right dope will keep a student fiening
my left stroke had the p+ssy queefing, she loves it when i’m beasting
ebe, everybody eating
yea ebe , everybody eating
round table politics, titles are inadequate
efforts shows worth and actions tells if you are passionate
zombee u graduate, intelligent and talented
on a wanted poster because i’m african
cell shut , what am i imagining
took those greens off walked out the gate said i ain’t never coming back again
next month trafficking, weight up my math again
he put his tax on it, so i no choice taxing it
i count it so accurate
focus on the come up and the comeback and you’ll be stacking it
flip it bring back again, throw it in ya stash again
so when you pull up on em you be sh+tting like a laxative
give these hoes ya ass to kiss, grind and get ya cabbage quick
i swear to god i hear voices every time the plastic rip
by design, no accident took the game and mastered it
if you miss ya shot grab ya boards by attacking it
i swear to god i cried when kahary died, for like a week straight
took a lot ls that year, was in a weak state
mama luv ain’t at her best, but she straight
and i pray my guys come home on they release date

i pray to god all my guys come home on they release date

- b a badd lyrics

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