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mlg iv & it's dynamite - profit disciple lyrics

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black on black pull up exotic
i was on my ass about it
ain’t no funny thing about it
b+tch yea please respect my profit

hunned years but we still fighting
conscious but i’m out of conscious
secluded yeah i’m on a island
don’t wanna hear no talk about it

close but we still divided
i cop me that new qp
truth be told like when i speak
get it off yeah by the week

know my block got too much heat yea
smoking gas got too much heat yea

pulling off swerving in my jeep yeah

dirt bottoms on my feet yeah

swoosh yeah i hit the basket

swoosh put him im a casket
boom yeah i caught him lacking

boom hear them choppers clapping

serving bullets likе he madden

send him up likе he galactic

choppers yeah they get to blastin

keep that glock yeah i’m a savage

don’t want no relationship don’t want no title

i pray to my holy bible

speak sh+t like i’m god disciple

vision in the air it’s sightful

i wear black on black i stomp a n+gga out yeah with my forces

got right to a bag and got off my ass and i ran up a fortune

i was stuck right in them slums
yeah you know it was torture

unsolved crime scenes yeah i think we need some law and order

i got foreign b+tches all up on my line yeah you know they cross the border

imma make my way across town yea i’m on my way to florida

bounce my way up from a pound yea i came up from a quarter

i feel like a quarter back

i thought that you had my back

yeah you stab me in my back

i gave you a second chance

yeah you got me doing laps

merk him then we spinning back

i fell in love with the trap

i fell in love with these packs
i fell in love with the cash

i fell in love with the gas

i fell in love with yo ass

fallen separate now your glad

wishing what u never had

leave that b+tch right in the past

i know that these b+tches trash

glizzy up yea now i’m stepping (pause)

use these words yea as my weapon

break it down to different sections

break down give you a lesson

break it down so you can understand

i make money by demand

these b+tches don’t understand

foreign hoe yeah she from france

read these b+tches like a book

dr seuss oh sam i am

i know that they stop and look

fade off leave no evidence

send his ass to heaven and

too much money in my pocket

count it by the second yeah

i know that she k!lled the vibe

see the darkness in her eyes

i see saitan standing by

fool me once can’t fill me twice

took my chance i rolled the dice

he took the stand yeah he a mice

i took my chance got sacrifed

i hoping i see better nights

black on black pull up exotic
i was on my ass about it
ain’t no funny thing about it
b+tch yea please respect my profit

hunned years but we still fighting
conscious but i’m out of conscious
secluded yeah i’m on a island
don’t wanna hear no talk about it

close but we still divided
i cop me that new qp
truth be told like when i speak
get it off yeah by the week

super nerdy super geeked

i get so high yeah i’m smoking these trees

i know that these n+ggas they plotting on me

posted up i keep that glock on me

pull off in that scatpack hemi

pull up spark sh+t know they ain’t ready

spark sh+t if they talk too heavy

i pull up flexing in that benz you pull up in that chevy

i’m srry that i don’t love you yeah i love these drugs

where was you at when i was walking through the rain

know that imma die bout my chain

you gon die talking bout my name

you know i put on for the gang

i die a legend hall of fame

pull off in a challenger i know that he want to challenge

you know i smoke his ass i send em up i send his ass to saturn

i had to cut em off i think it’s too many hand up inside the pot
for all those times these b+tches stab me in my back they lurk and plot

black on black pull up exotic
i was on my ass about it
ain’t no funny thing about it
b+tch yea please respect my profit

hunned years but we still fighting
conscious but i’m out of conscious
secluded yeah i’m on a island
don’t wanna hear no talk about it

close but we still divided
i cop me that new qp
truth be told like when i speak
get it off yeah by the week

know my block got too much heat yea
smoking gas got too much heat yea

pulling off swerving in my jeep yeah

dirt bottoms on my feet yeah

swoosh yeah i hit the basket

swoosh put him im a casket

boom yeah i caught him lacking

boom hear them choppers clapping

serving bullets like he madden

send him up like he galactic

choppers yeah they get to blastin

- mlg iv its dynamite lyrics

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