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fire octagon – 24 hours lyrics

[intro: fire octagon]
yeah, slimin’ you out, ouu, yeah
i’m slimin’ you out, ouu

[verse 1: fire octagon]
kickin’ you out
b+tch i’m the king, need a crown
you do not know the amount
walk in the bank, and you frown
i just might smoke me a pound
i’m ’bouta pour me an ounce
and your money, it go down
i was lost, but now i’m found (hol up)
know they f+ckin’ with the bounce
new watch with the bezel in brown
poppin’ a seal every morning
crackin’ a seal every morning
i put a bean on my stomach
out in the streets, boy, it ain’t no lovin’
when you can’t see, you gon’ think they bluffin’
out in the streets, boy, it ain’t no lovin’

[verse 2: tumer beets]
bentayga truck sittin’ outside
but don’t give me the keys, i forgot how to whip
head to my toe, covered in louis v
bought a birkin bag for your b+tch
no+ no, you can never be me
can’t do what i do to get rich
stackin’ bills up, i’ve just been rolling in green
it feel like i live in a ditch
mof+ckers talkin’ on digital
they like to talk from a distance
gang comin’ down in the courtroom
i’m never gon’ fall, i can’t snitch
audemars, audemars, audemars piquet
man you see that sh+t shine from a distance
done with the chrome, i’m done with the balmain
b+tch, i went and got me some ricks
one more night, i’ma need me some help, b+tch
one more night, i’m a geek from h+ll
one more night, i’ma lose myself, b+tch
24 hours, i’m kickin’ you out (one more night)
[part ii: beat switch]

[verse 3: fire octagon]
they tryna take me down, cause i got paper (hol up, woah)
think this lil bit’ want my gown, but that’s not my lady (hol up)
backin’ up on the ho, just like i’m mater (huh, huh)
b+tch love me like devil, man, she look like satan (hol up, woah)
and i’m with my b+tch, they know that’s my baby (hol up, hol up)
one of my dogs tried to snitch, but that sh+t don’t phase me
you tryna f+ck with the kid, but your ass too lazy
run up on me, i’ma call up my twin, he got like twenty+some lasers
white diamond all on the wrist, swiss, not plain
i just doubled up my red cup like it’s full of tomatoes
why you been all on my d+ck, just stop playin’

- fire octagon lyrics

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