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elcamino & chase fetti - mulsanne music lyrics

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verse 1: elcamino:

yo, yo, yo, hm, yo, i was a hidden jewel spot filled with hidden tools we was, livin’ cruel for 40 acres and a mule it’s really
different methods they wouldn’t teach us in school, some n+ggas stood on the block ’cause they wanted new tennis shoes
me personally, i milked the block for all it was worth to me, sh+t (hm)
we ain’t in no type of rush but we move in urgency uh (hurry up)
this here ain’t for everybody i did what worked for me, uh
now the n+ggas that idolizеd me claim they ain’t heard of mе, uh
they prayin’ on my downfall that sh+t absurd to me (that sh+t absurd), uh
especially when i’m in the spot where i deserve to be, uh (i’m right here)
makin’ magic my pyrex glass still in the kitchen cabinet (it’s still there)
you know the methods same stove is just a different address
they know my line, same numbers just depend who askin’ (my line)
at first i wanted everything now that’s just a fraction
verse 2: chase fetti:

that sh+t a fraction, n+gga, uh, n+ggas done ran that up times of 10, look
the +n+lytics feed i’mma be a statistic (that’s what they said)
stayed on my grind and i typed this sh+t to commitment (y’all n+ggas know me)
i prayed then i worked hard and turned it to my existence (uhuh)
you n+ggas rocks for jordan then take yo’ eyes offa pickin’ (f+ck outta here)
i’m a grown man, you gotta be kidding you think you raw (think you raw?)
you never mixed acetone with that soft (nah)
you ain’t never take that high speed chase with the law (skrrr)
you one of them n+ggas that get locked and start prayin’ to allah
you was blood like a week ago (what happened n+gga?)
this cheese in my pockets like a pizza roll (uh+huh)
hit the dice game that sh+t a g a roll (let it back, let it back)
listen kid don’t play with this gun you gettin’ peter row? (brrr)
i know n+ggas rich off sellin’ weed alone, n+gga, uh
i gotta keep the chrome these n+ggas live a wild trife
actin’ like mitch, reality they my cal. phife (cut it out, n+gga)
over that broccoli you get fried rice (brrrr)
f+ck rap n+gga this my life (y’all know me)



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