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lord $hredda - exchange (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: king shredda]
i’m just tryna maintain (maintain)
depression on my mind give a n+gga migraines
drop my watch in the cup just to see if the time weighs
yo b+tch got me as her wallpaper like it’s mysp+ce
(hey, hey)
rob a n+gga for extra
don’t ever fold under pressure
i need a b+tch that’s hands on
bet she feelin’ the texture
i just let my money talk, college lecture
feel like i got a long way i just can’t measure
gang n+ggas stay strapped with the protection
i’m on the serves like inspеction
feel like i’m under detеction
all i need is a few n+ggas in my section
cuz these n+ggas quick to switch up without a question
know i’m blessed b+tch believe that
got the money n+ggas lookin’ at me for some feedback
i can’t see that i’m just wonderin’ where the weed at
n+ggas talkin’ sh+t i put the pistol to they kneecaps
bop, bop

[verse 2: skucci]
aye, once you get the sack man
these n+ggas rush the bull like, where you at man?
man, they go full crazy on yo ass once you get the sack
and the cash, and the guwop
what you know?
all these fake hoes tryna get up on yo’ d+ck though
say “f+ck no” man i’m bout my money though
don’t give a f+ck
put that pistol to yo f+ckin’ nose
bop bop
in the f+ckin’ ground
don’t give a f+ck, rollin’ round
rollin’ hydro with my f+ckin’ bros
yeah you know we blowin’ down
don’t give a f+ck, we blowin’ down
try me real quick i got that
hunnid’ round i don’t miss like
steph curry
got that 30 on my chest
wait, nevermind it’s on my hip
yeah you know, bop bop
now you gone, swish
(skucci!)

[verse 3: d rich]
got that f+ckin’ [?] got the purple
got the luci
a n+gga f+ckin’ try me beat his ass like i’m bruce lee
snacks on deck like a n+gga name was scooby
skucci in the back yeah, rollin’ up a doobie
back in my town
yeah i’m back in my section
tryna get money i’m tryna raise digits
no snitches, no b+tches
these n+ggas, they fake
i’m racked up, i’m stacked up
i’m tryna get cake
that weed, that green, you know what i mean
i’m on the f+ckin’ top
like the sh+t was y’all meme
i’m tryna get this sh+t
tryna motherf+ckin’ cross
i don’t really give a f+ck, pockets fat like rick ross bruh

- lord hredda lyrics

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