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drego - intro lyrics

[intro]
don’t believe sh+t but the balculator (the balculator)
tried to add the backup, it’s still calculatin’ (it’s still calculatin’)
i don’t fight, n+gga, what you thinkin’? (n+gga, what you thinkin’?)
this ain’t mgm, i don’t live in vegas (i don’t live in vegas)
quit playin’ all the motherf+ckin’ time, n+gga, count that sh+t up, n+gga
put that sh+t over there, man, got these hoes watchin’
b+tch, ayy

[verse]
picasso and da vinci, i be with some painters (blrrt, blrrt)
keep talkin’ like you with it, i’ma leave you stinkin’
i’m plugged in with the bloods, that’s some zoes from haiti
i been f+ckin’ on his b+tch so this n+gga hate me
shooter have some life insurance, say she wanna taste me
heard you couldn’t really afford hеr ’cause she high maintenancе
d+mn, homie
in high school, you had them grams, homie
what the f+ck happened to you?
you heard i’m f+ckin’ with them beans, all my dogs traffickin’ food
he heard i’m really in the streets and i ain’t scared to squeeze a tool
i’ma try to get you first, i ain’t scared to make a move
we was young makin’ the news, hittin’ the road with it on cruise
we was schooled, you a fool, we can never, ever lose
who the f+ck am i? nah, who the f+ck is you?
b+tch, she don’t remember me, so i don’t remember you
i be f+ckin’ with the—, shh, i be f+ckin’ with the blues
we hit the road at 4 a.m. and we gon’ make it there by noon
i ain’t gotta touch a thing, i just give it to my dudes
if you doin’ hand+to+hands, you a motherf+ckin’ fool
you ain’t schooled, need to move, let me show you what to do
man, b+tch, shut the f+ck up when the plug talkin’
i can get you wet up, big blood just walked in (yeah)
i’m just sippin’ on a four and it got me nauseous
i’ve been blowin’ too many pros, gotta be more cautious
when he said he wanted some smoke, that’s when a n+gga lost me
don’t make me catch you at his show and leave you in the audi
[?] elbows too, why your n+gga starvin’?
it ain’t no elbow room, n+gga, in that coffin
oh, you say you got the bag? how much it’s costin’?
oh, you say you tryna cop? come and get it off me
paid me a band just to f+ck, man, i feel like paul pierce
feel like the ’09 celtics, all my n+ggas ballin’

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