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lance markeith - believe me lyrics

i’m the only one getting the job done (mumble)

alotta b+tches turn hoes these days
alotta them itching for the poles these days
got miles, b+tch been hitting the road these days
and you ain’t wanna believe me (believe me?)
believe me, believe me
we the ones that get it poppin in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
nah believe me
nah we ain’t on that
f+ck a facebook where ya real friends at
f+ck yo connect where the real grams at
training these hoes this the real amtrak
lance you was supposed to be the nice n+gga
you had me thinking ain’t no right n+gga
you were the reason that i liked n+ggas
and my reply is bring the dike witcha
seem like n+ggas want conscious
talking to a motherf+ckin’ convict
cause my idea of conscious is getting brain when you ran outta condoms
we da only one to get the job done
kept swervin’ when the cops come
my n+ggas real on a pill
catch me if you can was the statement when them motherf+ckers stopped him
hook:
we the only one to get the job done
(i’on know a n+gga that could cover for me)
believe me, believe me
we da ones to get it poppin’ in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
believe me

(beat change)

yo+yo+yo (yo+yo+yo)
yo+yo+yo (yo+yo+yo)
man all my n+ggas, yo+yo+yo (yo+yo+yo)
(all my, all+all my, all my)
yo! uh!
all my n+ggas drug dealers
they said college wasn’t my sh+t
and moving out my dorm last week n+gga
had work in my boxes momma don’t touch it
that lil f+cker get the job done
call the connect say a n+gga need a job done
shooting at the enemy and cover n+gga
i can’t trust a n+gga when the job done
d+mn! i’on understand
got my word and my b+lls and they both in my hand
n+gga don’t touch it pass me the dutchy
shoot you in the stomach i could tell you what ya lunch is
n+ggas want lunches, b+tches want meals
hoes wanna f+ck rappers wanna deal
n+ggas wanna act, n+ggas wanna lie
n+ggas turn on you say they don’t know why
man these ain’t my n+ggas!
that lil f+cker get that job done
call the connect say a n+gga need a job done
told f+ck with me i got it n+gga
and i ain’t even got none (d+mn!)
big guns, big whips
that’s that antebellum n+gga
from off the block where the girls hanging
let my auntie tell a n+gga
warning shots leave you looking like jody
and you the one protecting yo homie
lil advice that motherf+cker told me
life ain’t sweet like zach without cody

- lance markeith lyrics

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