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harry fraud - midnight drive lyrics

[verse 1: curren$y]
yeah, season opener, smokin’ dope fo’ sure
super bowl [?] white t-shirt, open fur
h-lla gold, yellow and rose
baby chose, let her roll
loosen that grip, she tryna dip
f-ck’s wrong with you, enhance that b-tch
i pull at the lot with that stacks bag and don’t finance sh-t
rich and i know what to do with the money
rich engineer, pushin’ b-ttons
i’m in the booth, cocaine cuttin’
lines numbin’ their minds, they high
baby girl, got that california fire, stoned
chinese eyes on a midnight drive
reflectin’ on the game high
how it all went down in that time frame
no mind games, dollar signs on the brain
i do it how they done it’n ’71 mayne
two my n-gg- but i’m only wearing one chain
look at how the game since son came
i ain’t gon say much, baby
yeah, yeah

[verse 2: fiend]
jones, [?]
can’t escape from ballin’, that wraith callin’, way harder
you can’t afford it, my name in the claim, the game enormous
made residuals off a digital clock
yams in the spot, in the city the block
start with the man up top
in my navy blue cutless, rollin’ city to the [?]
where they hate so much i love it, breakin’ down these nuggets
mackin’ out in public, i ain’t actin’ on the subject
hold my money, tight stuntin’, ‘cause we came from nothin’
big boy, fresher than [?] ever was
i presence on the scene is just like you never was
i mix some good cat with some better bud
went for it but you never budge
ate so much we d-mn near left a skel-aton
countin’ money having fun, [?]
i pick it out like, “gimme that-a one”
look up in the sky, baby

- harry fraud lyrics

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