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houdini - part of me lyrics

[intro]
yo, carter came wit’ a tint (yuh)
pain behind the lens
and how the f+ck you gon’ live?
if you ain’t got no bands and that lil’ glock gotta kick
he ain’t gon’ need no

[chorus]
my n+ggas dead, dey took a part of me
know da opps feel like dey won da lottery
claim dey a hitta, but you ain’t even part of it
cro caught a body, because of a promise
i gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
who kno’ i’ma do wit’ all dis profit?
in my birkins or amiri pocket
f+ck up da stash, on my hip is where da glock at

[verse 1]
i’m from the hood, it’s so toxic
you a p+ssy if you stop it
wire tap don’t, wonder why you never catch me on it
wit’ dis trap phone, i can make about a hunnid thousand
i just go back to da bando, abandoned
step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
i’m kinda mad you up in a casket
dis gon’ come at you being a savage
den she know i’m no average
i’m makin’ more money den her daddy
sixty cents on a rolex, and it got baguettes
yo, stretchin’ da clip it’s extended (aye)
i think i’ll win an election
i don’t look like what i’ve been through, but i really came from the trenches
and we got da stick, bamboo
i want da money, it come wit’ da fame
she fill up her attitude, you better get da f+ck outta my face
my life like zoom, zoom
everyday feel like a holiday

my n+ggas dead, dey took a part of me
know da opps feel like dey won da lottery
claim dey a hitta, but you ain’t even part of it
cro caught a body, because of a promise
i gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
who kno’ i’ma do wit’ all dis profit?
in my birkins or amiri pocket
f+ck up da stash, on my hip is where da glock at

[verse 2]
f+ck up da stash, on my hip is where da glock at
fit in my pocket, you know it’s compact
don’t gotta ask me lil’ n+gga i’m on it
i do not want it, if it’s not exotic
i’m gettin’ money for being melodic
dat n+gga ‘fessing like n+ggas won’t rob him
he caught da l’z, and dey had to []
extendo, extendo, it’s straight up pilates
to gettin’ it in to popular pockets
when b+tches doin’ drills dey poppin’ da molly
i lied, seven two five but i’m twenty
but i still got da k!ll, so i’m lettin’ her know
still got da drip from my head to my toe
dey lovin’ da way dat i put dat sh+t on
i got da bands i don’t need me a loan
ain’t talkin’ racks but just leave me alone
yo, carter came wit’ a tint (yuh)
pain behind the lens
and how the f+ck you gon’ live?
if you ain’t got no bands and that lil’ glock gotta kick
he ain’t gon’ need no…
(he was doin’ magic but now i’m livin’ it)

[outro]
my n+ggas dead, dey took a part of me
know da opps feel like dey won da lottery
i gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
who kno’ i’ma do wit’ all dis profit?

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