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lil michael - money stacked lyrics

we ain’t new to this game
hard is be squashin my beef with you
three six letterman, monk’s the name
drunken master comin’ through with an ill crew
i’ll tell you what to do
didn’t get sh-t for christmas but broke sh-t
one hit then i see right through the bullsh-t
‘cuz anyone of us could catch the blood bath
symbolic of cuttin’ out the middle man and keepin’ mine autonomous
holy sh-t, you just witnessed the first death
shiny apples and bananas, break lenses of an ignoramus
forget the limos, stick to makin demos
and choke on this persistence
combined my legendary alliance
get the cool!
rest in peace
willie, jump in the pool
watch for the police
ain’t that nice?
cuz it’s the eastside
lay back and just ride
see ya’ll tomorrow man, on my block
life is d-mn crazy, we don’t know what challenges
i might do court moves just like the doc
now how you like them apples, pears and oranges?
put my tape in your deck and do some damages
and make ’em never pick up a mic again
so all i want is some brain
no blades on the muh’f-cker but it still roll
i play on whack cats when i bless the beats
little african girl – yeah, the world tryna strip her soul
now you know everything is ill on the streets
i enter braincells within the midst of beats
i’m dj unk, legal records, beat’n down yo block
i got more sk!lls than john han got c-ck
mane, i kick mo’ b-tches out than destiny’s child
i wanna make you tonight my baby momma
so i could prove, why they label me wild
so to save all the drama
don’t call me da da!
what set you from?
daddy daddy drinkin that vodka rum
turn it up, pump up this sh-t
cause i’m a young, fly, flashy motherf-cker
you need quit samplin’ that bullsh-t
you a stupid matcher f-cker
thug brothers in this motherf-cker
thats hotter than tabasco
it’s on in the c.o
and civilized planets, revolving around my son
vaboom, he’s back to putting in work
i eat boys up; you better run refresh edit delete source rapg*nius
n-gg- i’m pretty tony, going berserk
just standin on line lookin like a jerk
my daughter’ll caught flipping, until she get 18
say i ain’t tryin to pay, fo’ it
wiggle them hips, open them legs, give me s-x
blowin’ on dubs quick to disperse let out a slugs
cuz iron mic, ya’ll, i’m up next
now what you know abouy transportin’ bricks for thugs?
and i’m friends with thugs, i sell endless drugs
n-gg-, numerous things these lyrics’ll make you do
and we hooked up with rak’, back in ’96

- lil michael lyrics

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