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blockstarbeezy - got my weight up lyrics

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(hook)
i used to be a lil n-gg- now i got my weight up
started out wit’ 7’s now a n-gg- got his weight up
say a prayer and thank the lord everyday a n-gg- wake up
this d-ck so good make ya girlfriend wanna break up (×2)

(verse 1)
used to be a lil’ n-gg- b-tches say im chubby
f-ck is you hatin’ for i can’t help it if they love me
but i ain’t sweatin’ these b-tches rather sweat in the kitchen
while im chefin’ this fish and then f-ckin’ up all my dishes
i started out wit’ a crumb then made my way to a slice
i started out wit’ the green then made my way to the white
i started out in the mornin’ made my way through the night
and i know ima get it done im just prayin’ i do it right
i ain’t got no rap for her all i do is knock her off
perc 30 got me in that p-ssy noddin’ off
im the reason she can’t pick up when you call her phone
she really wit’ me when she tell you that she all alone
i got it out the mud tears sweat and blood
i hated bein’ broke so i started sellin’ drugs
while you was in club i was meetin’ the plug
’cause makin’ that work flip is the type of sh-t that i love

(hook)

(verse 2) – bob rollin
im up early while you snorin’ we ain’t slackin’ man we scorin’
i got ballers on my team kareem & michael jordan
im feelin’ like wilt the stilt got kobe ai lebron
come f-ck wit’ a winnin’ team the feelin’ is so divine
my lil’ n-gg-s look up to me my og’s is proud of me
i own businesses and dirtbikes, cars, trucks and properties
get up and go when i want catch flights at the drop of a hat
bad b-tch ridin’ wit’ me push a b-tton put the top to the back
im my own boss i make my own moves
i can’t bite the hand that feed me ’cause i get my own food
i like my b-tches asian and i like my clothes italian
i just copped some dog tags i might cop a gold medallion
sippin’ lean and rollin’ dutches h-ttin’ gears and poppin’ clutches
if you like some real n-gg-s we them n-gg-s you should f-ck wit’
i deserve my own currency b-tch my credit good
cruisin’ through the city sh-t im good in every hood



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