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cole myer - from the pound lyrics

i’m gonna call ro

i love cash and ass, it’s the jew in me
the way the money comin’ in, you’d probably think there’s two of me
with how they on my d+ck, you’d probably think i’d have way more beef
with how i rap, actin’ tough, you’d probably think i’m really street
b+tch, i’m a suburban kid
i was on the sidewalk selling lemonade as a little jit
at lеast i had some hustle in me, all you did was еat and sh+t
you could beg for me for years, but never get a piece of this
lookin’ at yo’ tombstone, the cause of death is no reason
if they puttin’ me in jail, it’s gotta be for high treason
i gotta smoke some more, i’m noddin’ off, i think the high’s leavin’
need my b+tches hung like sydney sweeney, they got high cleavage

cruisin’ down the street 9am, lookin’ for the masses
i was just a richmond, why’d i end up in manassas
you was cheatin’ on the forum, falsifying fasfas
it’ll hit you in yo’ ass when you payin’ taxes
i don’t hit em’ from the back of uppercut b+st+rds
you can’t get a job with that degree, you need a masters
the way i do it faster, the way i do it, think i’m nasca
i’m eminemin’ every beat, i’m feelin’ like a rap god
b+tch, i’m a suburban kid
i was on the sidewalk selling lemonade as a little jit
at least i had some hustle in me, all you did was eat and sh+t
you could beg for me for years, but never get a piece of this

who the dogs at the house, let my dogs at the pound
i was trippin’ over you, you let me down
the red dot aiming down on you like, who’s the clown
stop the clock and end it at the fourth round

- cole myer lyrics

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