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mc algorhythm – your budget lyrics

your budget lyrics
so much heat you got two options; hop in
i walk over and to let go, it’s time to stand in
now remember: it used to never get better the
talib said it paings the way you be lacking in
unemployment at a time a couple dozen b+tches trying to drop dime
now, quiet in the city to crime
hope somebody praying for all the time
live and direct, waving my mic like a sniper on a show
next thing you know, how to make that slow dough
big nine, respect crime but not quite me
and though i got a permanent dot, on the rag, never let go
and next week we’re gonna go
back in eighty+six i lived half my cash flow!
thinking about the money get saved, ay whoa
shoot you in the days of old, with sway & tech radio
but together here’s what the f+ck are you eating though?
a.k.a. the funk flow, really though
i’ve been blowing up like ottomans, though
was talking rap and hip hop song, you know?
the podcast on smash i’m jumping over you screaming, b+tch, what, what?! b+tch what?!
put his d+ck and put that d+ck in a deep cut
stick my d+ck and work them hips until i bust a nut

shout out the girls, you’re the one with the nice gold medallions
bonita applebum, you gotta sell it by the gallons
ain’t n0body hotter and so it must be crazy, sad and blue badges
butcher and i got that white and blue badges
since then, ain’t nothin been the same person i spit with the quickness
with a honey in the business
i’ll punch you in the business
a1 sound, and the wicked
i get tough and when i’m down, had enough, almost drowned
and i ain’t playing around!
how long is forever? i don’t need you. i just don’t want to
a1 sound, and the crew and
what money got longer, shout out to fit you all this pack, super musty
it don’t matter how much that the mcs study
the gun, smokey robinson, you need some money
popping sh+t like whoa, i think that play was this weekend?
well, it’s on to perform storms blew up my+my+myself again
people i met this sister
when they got a barracuda bite, you can see her
deedy as i heard that i got the divine right to bring her
they be loving the way she never met her
born just to see you in the train and surround us
you kiss the number ten bus we fight and fuss
any last requests before you can so that’s a plus
to figure out, oh lord, please don’t greet me with that gang fuss
fitted and my hand
i’ll give it the way you do not need a knife and take a stand
i’ll take that and much more acres of land
there’s a fine wine take an honest stand
it’s just another distraction
and add in any shape form or fashion
that’s realer than a short stay
so i figured out i gotta hit me up every day?
you don’t get to representing the city peel away
and i wanna be a king and my clique d+ck all everyday
all these bad b+tches say they are not alone
a straight jeffrey dahmer, put d+ck in a time not long ago
that b+tch finna sing like an old folks home
please let the pun hit it like a cemetery, whole thing set in stone
and atlanta had the safety on
better never let these lines faster than fiber+optic cable, i’m gone
especially when your daddy’s gone
prefer to max on the block, i murder you like a marathon
got a middle finger goes for jermaine cole, big k.r.i.t., wale
with a thousand in the back, clockin your jewels, and they all fail
don’t tell me what to say a little stale
you dig it daddy, let the lady go and pick up a little stale
you want to enter the wu+tang crush

she walked around and my body loose around you cause you signed at the club, macking hoes, my crew’s amazing
breaking down your pads and stop waiting
cartier bracelets for my head, my heart’s racing
gather, or rather form a cipher, and crush your blunt
when i was raised with, went out on the hunt
get yourself caught up on the hunt
about ya future yet it’s all on my front
that is known in my face, i send your budget
you rather opt to flee, you need money to budget
run up on me, that chopper skip to the middle of a budget
used to date but then i send your budget
i woke up and your money to budget
peep that, venomous face in the back of a budget
black like the feel i ever send your budget

- mc algorhythm lyrics

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