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dreda dre - ain't enough lyrics

[intro]
yea, i mean no
no wait, i mean yea
haha, look

[verse 1]
if imma have to brake it down, well then i’ll do it
walk in the game, these lames is so stupid
they don’t understand how real men should do it
stay in your lane don’t make no more music
this hit right here, it’s a bop
quick spit then i, bend the block
i ain’t gotta write, i ain’t gotta lie
i don’t wanna quit, ive been doing this to live, now
im banked up on this stage, i had to flip my gift and then go, free
way up in these ranks, i plan to flip the script and then proceed
spazz out on anybody, n0body don’t want beef
im hitting keys like i’m jodeci
i’m the coldest beast еver on these streets, yеa
line them all up, for the rap
rhyme them all up, for the bag
aiming at they, fitted cap
brain waves take shape, hit em fast
my intellects how i get a check
imma pack in, til they pay me out
i handle biz, i charge a fee
i live the dream, that’s no doubt
no drought im swimming i, came back to dip in
she, gave me that kitten i, dig in fine women
im, making decisions that, highlight my vision
so don’t fade it, i see y’all, y’all fake and it shows
[chorus]
it don’t really matter what you came, for
all i know is that you wanna play, more
running after money till the money ain’t enough
running after money till the money ain’t enough
money hungry, get fat
snake your homies, you rat
play these women, no tact
talk about it, won’t act
talk about doe, you broke
lying to me, i know
they say that they, wait whoa, hold up

[verse 2]
you telling me you on top, in a plane
from the block, never changed
got rich, pop clips
pimp chicks, flip bricks
this kid, that kid, all claim, the same, tough talk
your song, comes on, too long, i’m gone, shut it off
i black out on these wimps, yea
back down or get whipped, whoa
won’t pose for your pic, d+mn
who the h+ll are these pr+cks, we
hit em like karate kix, im
here to body this quick, i’ll
k!ll em off with a sixteen
i’m sending shots til my pen bleeds
i will swing, i will bring the drama to you baby doll
talk about it, you ain’t been about it
you ain’t getting it, you ain’t been involved
jump back, who’s that, im back with a new rap
true that, too fast for the new jacks
cool cat, too smooth for the fools trap
so what it is, let’s get it
im here on a mission
i know what were missing
i wrote my whole wish list
tell the world to quit playing
put this on your playlist
stop with all of the faking, we see y’all, y’all basic you know
[chorus]
it don’t really matter what you came, for
all i know is that you wanna play, more
running after money till the money ain’t enough
running after money till the money ain’t enough
money hungry, get fat
snake your homies, you rat
play these women, no tact
talk about it, won’t act
talk about doe, you broke
lying to me, i know
they say that they, wait whoa, hold up

[outro]
that’s cold, that’s cold, that’s cold
living for the paper and i
i know, i know, that’s cold

- dreda dre lyrics

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