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houdini – ransom (remix) lyrics

{intro}
(houdini with the bag tell me why they hatin’, cause i’m money makin’)
(there’s a whole lotta ways i can run it run it up
you be floppin’ on your wops than stop selling drugs
tellin’ me she love my smile thinkin’ that she wanna f+ck
you ain’t payin’ for the verse than i guess you’re outta luck)

[hook}
there’s a whole lotta ways i can run it run it up
you be floppin’ on your wops than stop selling drugs
tellin’ me she love my smile thinkin’ that she wanna f+ck
you ain’t payin’ for the verse than i guess you’re outta luck
ya they say i’m on the come up that’s more funds i just gotta keep my hеad up gotta keep a gun
just incase they try to k!ll me i gotta blow somе
i gotta n+ggas who gon blow for me you don’t want nun

{verse 1}
d+mn son why you need a gun? cause when i was young i saw the ogs have one
n+ggas wanna dab me up probably cause of where i’m from
so i’m dumbin through those bands just incase i have to duppy one
lawyer fees on deck it gets real where i’m from
n+gga talkin’ bout these guns but homie never perked one
i got into the b&e’s then i sold drugs
fingerprints up on the glass forensic made me a guilty one
but don’t you see i rap and they like my tracks now
to the feds listenin’ i’m getting feature money now
(?) my audience to get some legal money now
cause i know you wanna see me in an orange onesie now
[hook}
there’s a whole lotta ways i can run it run it up
you be floppin’ on your wops than stop selling drugs
tellin’ me she love my smile thinkin’ that she wanna f+ck
you ain’t payin’ for the verse than i guess you’re outta luck
ya they say i’m on the come up that’s more funds i just gotta keep my head up gotta keep a gun
just incase they try to k!ll me i gotta blow some
i gotta n+ggas who gon blow for me you don’t want nun

{verse 2}
i just gotta keep my head leave the opps fed up balmain covering my legs get your bread up
hoodied up like i’m boogied up nah nah nah nah
babygirl said she wanna f+ck with a balla
f+ck it up loud in a blunt with some grabba
ubered up in a foreign whip not a honda
no strings attached cause i can’t put up with the drama
they say my hot box comin’ like a real sauna
see me on your timeline and they post my tracks now and they snap my tracks now you wanna give me dap now (dap now)
like mj i’m doing bap now (michael jackson)
another one uploaded on soundcloud

[hook}
there’s a whole lotta ways i can run it run it up
you be floppin’ on your wops than stop selling drugs
tellin’ me she love my smile thinkin’ that she wanna f+ck
you ain’t payin’ for the verse than i guess you’re outta luck
ya they say i’m on the come up that’s more funds i just gotta keep my head up gotta keep a gun
just incase they try to k!ll me i gotta blow some
i gotta n+ggas who gon blow for me you don’t want nun
{outro}
bfr or be from far

- houdini lyrics

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