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lunch money gang - dreamcast lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m impeccable, dot period, decimal
maybe if you think more, i wouldn’t think less of you
you ain’t make the cut, culinary, who cheffing you?
when i cook up my rhymes i probly took a sec or two
i was expected to fail, or go to jail, but i’m here
giving you flavour up in your ear
i k!ll it under the radar, i give them the beat
with the ars, the negativity, i gotta stay far so i don’t slip up
you slack? you gotta pick up
i used to be a big down, now they giving me big ups
i’m steady holding my chin up
steady keeping it kosher, keeping my composure
my old girlfriend trying to get a little closer
all she gets from me, a cd and a poster
look, let it blast in your stereo
we young n-ggas making cl-ssic material

[verse 2]
who do i think i am? am i think i do who
i flipped it on your -ss, now i guess i think i’m smooth
ralphy london the name and everything i do
i seem to hear it in vain, i guess it’s banging through they posts
[?]
got my reality check, and had to sign it twice before i cashed it
too bad there’s no common sense cl-sses
cause i lot of y’alls -sses would have been filling out that [?]
the last thing she said was “yolo”
then hopped up on his pogo
and only thing she got was hard c-ck and a rolo
mcflurry from the drive thru
i’m in a hurry, i’m in a hurry!
now that’s player sh-t somebody throw me a jersey
i’m in the lambourghini, still ain’t showing no mercy
let it blast in your stereo
we young n-ggas making cl-ssic material

[verse 3]
and my lunch is still cereal spitting outside of the box into my [?]
there he go, talking about what he wearing
to get to louis you need jeez without mary-o
staring [?] on the stoop with my group
biggie jukebox, gimme the loot watch
i’m in pursuit writing lyrics that’s crazy
you loaf around and don’t write like hov, you jay z
maybe this triple life would phase me
if i wasn’t in the winehouse drunk with amy
manely all i want to do is record
on the net with nothing to do, even my key bored
and she bored, you know what happens when we bored
she went for a kiss then detoured and took a detour
toward the d meaning she exploring me now i’m snoring sleep
i ain’t seeing nothing, one sheep

- lunch money gang lyrics

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