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malifromcali - had to lyrics

chorus
remember what i had and what i lost
had to pay the price didn’t know how much it cost
turned my heart brick, had to make that sh-t defrost
i got tired of this sh-t, i had to make myself a boss, (a boss n-gg-)

it felt like i had 20 different hustles, (ya)
on that creatine so i got it out the muscle, (ya)
so you know i had to flex, (flex)
had to go and get a check, (check)
couldn’t wait to see what’s next
chasing money, out of breath, (whoo)
n-gg- i’m sweet and a bully
ya n-gg- gave me hot top like a fuccin skully, pourin empty clips so you fully understanding me
told mama don’t worry, got you and the family, and that’s what i stand by, ain’t wit me then you anti
n-gg- don’t fucc with me if you got ya hands out
cause that ain’t what i’m playing bout
y’all going on a paper drought
broke n-gg-s find ya paper route
like that ain’t what you thank about

like a newspaper, y’all all got issues
and when you get ya bag up, n-gg-s talking bout they miss ya
and shoulda never dissed ya
and shoulda stuck wit ya
and now it’s fucc y’all cause y’all n-gg-s switched up
thought it was a bakery the way y’all n-gg-s mix up
paranoid everywhere i go, i keep my sh-t tucked
look at me the wrong way, guaranteed to get ya sh-t took
you’ll never see me looking down unless i’m picking benjis up

hard work paid off
never took a day off
got ya n-gg- on repeat
shoes on, don’t see defeat, (i don’t see it)
laying out some rules and regulations
if it ain’t about the paper, keep it short, abbreviations, (keep it short)
and all y’all n-gg-s whack
i had all them b-tches back and i bet they gon front on you
back to my old ways, cut you off, its nothing new
yall b-tches wasn’t sh-t to me, i treat y’all like it’s number 2
fingers on the keyboard typing what they wanna do
yea these b-tches mad only typing what they wouldn’t do
see me face to face heading back when i’m coming thru
y’all talking with y’all fingers but them blue hunnids i’m thumbin thru, (thumbin thru)
and i keep a couple thousand
and purse is fulla racks that i can harldly keep my balance
and i got ya n-gg- going down south like dallas
and i just wanna make it rain without it being cloudy

- malifromcali lyrics

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