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c biz - 2 seater lyrics

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rollie on my wrist, it’s over 60k
n+ggas always talking even when they ain’t got sh+t to say
money on my mind, i need a million ways of getting paid
trapped up in this maybach with this baddie when i’m in la
i ain’t done no shows or dropped no music, but i’m still shining
i could have a hundred mill’ secured and i’ll be still grinding
i could take your chick, f+ck how you feel, i’m gonna still slide in
how the h+ll my side hoe just phoned me to say i’m two timing?
two watches, that’s two timing, pinky ring got blue diamonds
i just told my n+ggas “don’t you stress, everything due timing”
rip my brudda, told my jeweler i need new diamonds
someone’s gon’ be posted on the news, i don’t know who’s dying
hold on, i ain’t finished yet, let me smoke this cigarette
f+ck all of my opps, dead or alive, i’m giving disrespect
i’ve been in my lane, doing my thing, still i’ve been setting trends
got some scores to settle and the opps know that i won’t forget
pop it like it’s percocet, kick+back on this taurus like a horse, i call it jumping jet
right now i ain’t feeling n+ggas, so it’s best you come correct
only party when i’ve got my dog, ain’t talking ’bout a pet
n+ggas couldn’t catch up if they tried, i’m in and out of jets
only rocking dwellers in disguise, shout out to my connect
i remember pots over the stove, whipping the pyrex
i just told my girl what’s mine is hers, now she can buy an ex
i just f+cked two sisters, demons, somebody come collect
if i put that money on your head, why would you buy a vest?
n+ggas tryna buy my flex
i don’t do no yoga, but my n+gga i can get you stretched
arm over your head, just like the pope we get a n+gga wet
love my brothers to the death, couldn’t find another set
say you caught a body, why you bragging ’bout it on the net?
posted on the ‘gram, i think about four of your n+ggas dead
i don’t give a f+ck, i’d rather count my bread while getting head
n+ggas say they got the drop, f+ck it, let ’em spin
like malcolm x we’re waiting on the opps
if they circle ’round like what’s+his+name, somebody’s getting dropped
ain’t talking no pedo, when i say somebody’s getting touched
boy, somebody’s getting f+cked, light that n+gga like a dutch
i don’t f+ck these b+tches in my bed unless they bad as f+ck
i don’t trust these b+tches or my pullout, so i’m wrapping up
i don’t post locations, if i do n+ggas’ll crash it up
i smell like cocaine, just left the trap, someone was bagging up
this sh+t ain’t adding up, why these people mad at us?
we brought the wave, they throw awards, they ain’t inviting us
i don’t feel no way, i’m getting paid, so i ain’t acting up
i just bought my opp’s sister some j’s, so she can back it up
oh, you still mad at us? pull up if you’re bad as f+ck
n+ggas always sending indirects ’cause they ain’t man enough
shooters like the audience, they clapping when i say “wrap it up”
pull up in a four wheel motion, know the feds ain’t catching us
let me tell you something funny, wake up in the morning, i start thinking ’bout money
let me tell you something nice, if you love your life, you best talk to me nice
glock on me, big steel
drip on me, big spill
feed a couple youngers, so they spin like a ferris wheel
i just f+cked a b+tch to the sound of my money counter
two more chains around my neck, they keep on making heavy sounds
thursday out in cali, told the plug i need a hundred pounds
he owed me a favour, so i told him he can pay me now
roll another paigon in the spliff after we lay him down
just left twenty pieces with my n+ggas, told them “break it down”
we done ran through millies that these little n+ggas getting now
i be fresh to death, dripping in fashion when i’m stepping out
pull up, show some love, dap all my n+ggas, then i’m checking out
looking like a rasta smoking ganja ’cause i’m dreaded out
jump into the wagon to the stripclub, then i’m headed out

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