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cml lavish d - speak my mind lyrics

[verse 1]

leave your ace on his face, free k!ller cam n-gga murder was his case. (what else?)
hit the scoreboard n-gga, leave what you thinking on the floorboard n-gga. (what else?)
this chain cost 80, i’m a cash money millionaire like baby. (what else?)
n-ggas thinking it’s a game, i’m beefing with some rappers and i dont know none of their names. (what else?)
he acting like it’s good, on the internet but he can’t go back to his hood. (what else?)
n-gga acting like gotti, he ain’t slide through but he keeps catching bodies. (what else?)
n-ggas dressed in all black, cater on my lap is how we do it in iraq (what else?)
free my brother stink, all headshots n-ggas better not blink. (what else?)

[chorus x2]

imma speak my mind, i don’t f-ck with your kind you be lying on a n-gga though. trynna block my shine b-tch i been on my grind, what you lying on a n-gga for? throwing salt in my name, throwing salt on my game, what you mad at a n-gga for? that’s a motherf-cking shame, you a motherf-cking lame. you’ll never be that n-gga though

[verse 2]

backup n-gga, backup only b-tch i love is my motherf-cking chopper. (what else?)
i’m the most hated d-ck so good that your girlfriend ate it. (what else?)
i heard it’s a war, i’ll open up a n-gga brain like a door. (what else?)
i be purging with my bros, lifting up suckas like lamborghini doors. (what else?)
these rap n-ggas phony, they claim one mob cause they cliqued up on me. (what else?)
i’m really in the field, i’m a mandatory check a n-gga with the steal. (what else?)
they banned you from sac, n-gga stop lying in yo motherf-cking raps. (what else?)
you think the boy broke, my drill team n-ggas, they’ll k!ll you for the low. (what else?)

[chorus]

[verse 3]

i’m fighting for my life, you the type of n-gga who be fighting for yo wife. (what else?)
you dont wanna see me win, 3 times 10 with a z up on the end. (what else?)
imma speak my mind, alot of these n-ggas trynna block my shine. (what else?)
jerome hold em on the rounds, riding through the town trynna knock sum down. (what else?)
these rap n-ggas fake, n-gga you a rat imma feed you to the snakes. (what else?)
i ain’t ever had sh-t, all i ever wanted was a project b-tch. (what else?)
them 30 boys gone, shoutout to them baby k’s n-ggas in the o. (what else?)
i do it for the team, 5 point 7 blow a n-gga out his jeans. (what else?)

[chorus]

- cml lavish d lyrics

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