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m-rrrrr the producer - october 31st lyrics

i don’t post my shooters on instagram, cause they be hittin sh+t
lil b+tch cut me off cause i lied, she on some petty sh+t
i help the man he try to get me lying, he on some hittin sh+t
want you to win but you want me to die, that’s the crazy sh+t
my life the craziest, i make a movie everyday just by accident and when you speak up on my name just put some facts with it
a couple stacks with it, a couple platinum plaques with it man i’m good in my city ain’t no cap in it
this sh+t gettin colossal, rip to nipsey hussle marathon is still the motto
i’m on the paper route, banging young dawg yeah i got my glock, i’m pushing full throttle i don’t like ball heads, need them all hollers ah
if i had a baby, by her she a model
that chick you had, that baby with that p+ssy sour ah
i beat your ass bare hand n+gga, ain’t a coward
how he make me but he my man’s n+gga, that’s a coward
way i talk on beats, i swear this talk ain’t cheap i do it for the streets, real n+ggas that f+ck with me
i ain’t c+cky n+gga, i’m confident as i’m supposed to be
cause i know man n+gga out here ain’t f+cking with me
it’s a freestyle, n+gga put this sh+t on rewind think about it, play it three times f+ck it, n+gga, play it one more time
ladies dream, put me on your poster like i’m bow wow
i’m your sensei bow down
everybody tough until they hear that gun sound
we at the table eating filet mignon, i love the taste
if the jakes get behind me today, then i’ma take them on a race
i be wearing all black, i don’t like attention in my face
but these vvs diamonds draw a lot of attention in the place
i put in blood, sweat and tears, you can see it in my face
i’m up 18 hours a day, i’m trying to make sh+t shake
i’m in the skybox with my family watching the sixers play they hate me, cause they life goals i do in a day
you talk cheap, but mines, i’ma definitely need a fee
i love ora clothes
they dope and they help me cover the piece
i hate drunk hoes, she f+ck with a nose, she ain’t for me
i drink champagne straight to the face, bon+a+petite
this some rich sh+t, hopping out of black wicks
flying across the atlas, feet up watching my n+gga burrell doing some acting
you can see through your friends, we ain’t the same n+gga
pablo escobar, we in a different range

- m rrrrr the producer lyrics

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