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glokk40spaz - money 4 life lyrics

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[chorus]
whoa
partna’ had died off the fentanyl
know i’m with shootas man, i just make one call
locked up two years man i just wanna ball
went down with my bruddas, i ain’t a ball hog
i’m tryna f+ck her friend and she call me a dog
don’t hear bout no rapper won’t hear bout no doll
send in a crash out, i’m the king of the plan
im certified steppa they call me the don
been locked up forever i didn’t get no bond
yeah she a freak i’ma go in her thong
b+tch clean up and pick up the drum
talkin too much why we don’t f+ck with stunna
i paid a hunnid to pay for her bundles
live by myself teach you how to love me
hit from thе back in the morning i’m smacking her i pullin on her bonnеt

[verse]
i got them young n+gga with me they ready crash out like a comet
i’m rich as f+ck, won’t reply to a comment
baby whoa all diamond neck
i need 5 million i’m signing that, and i put the stick on the diamond back
c’mon, you know that i used to cook crack
givenchy on in the back of maybach
100s and 50s when i look through the sack
i slime that boy out and he can’t get that back
slime, caught that boy lackin hit the 4+flat
bend that sh+t over start arching yo back
can’t stop rick owens you know how i do it
ain’t gon’ lie when i was locked up i really miss music
i knew she was freaky i knew it, huh
just like it nike just do it, 15 hunnid dollars on clothes today
rockstar b+tch and i bought her bottega
white and black beam, man i f+ck with both flavors
young n+gga thinkin bout robbin my neighbors
gotta get my life together know i’m on papers
i know times its gon’ be greater, b+tch drop the addy i’ll f+ck on you later
im thinkin bout kickin’ her out cause she crazy, huh
made her clean up cause i’m lazy, huh
i f+ck her and buy her some daisies, huh
don’t tell her bout me you know that sh+t shady
old shoota they born in the 80s, huh
gang don’t wan’ f+ck her cause she basic
i keep on rappin i feel like i made it
i drop some racks and yo head on the pavement
gang keep telling me buy her the asics
hmm, addicted to blue faces
knock that boy live we ain know he was nameless
don’t give it up we gon’ take it, huh
blv, srt anthem, huh
she bad, she a dancer i like her, her sign is a cancer
pull up on him and you know we take chances
i was just fried i’m high too
hmm, ion know when i start landin
came through the back we seen him on the camera
i up the stick like i’m tony montana
huh, totin them glocks we play with the benji’s
dressed as a kid i was just rockin goodwill, huh
now i can go and buy fendi, huh
i tell my bruddas them y’all’s, huh
cause i can cop more in a jiffy
ever since i got out i been picky
see the racks on his head now he missing
[chorus]
whoa
partna’ had died off the fentanyl
know i’m with shootas man, i just make one call
locked up two years man i just wanna ball
went down with my bruddas, i ain’t a ball hog
i’m tryna f+ck her friend and she call me a dog
don’t hear bout no rapper won’t hear bout no doll
send in a crash out, i’m the king of the plan
im certified steppa they call me the don
been locked up forever i didn’t get no bond
yeah she a freak i’ma go in her thong
b+tch clean up and pick up the drum
talkin too much why we don’t f+ck with stunna
i paid a hunnid to pay for her bundles
live by myself teach you how to love me
hit from the back in the morning i’m smacking her i pullin on her bonnet



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