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only the family – whola lotta lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m in the studio with k!llers smoking cookies
and when i’m deep inside that p-ssy it get mushy
and she got caught with the swipes i had some rookie
label me a kingpin feds tryna book me
and i need 30 for a show, you try to book me
and i be watching for the hoes say they love me
and i be watching for the n-ggas say they love me
say they love me
grew up in the trenches with no leader
balenciagas not no reebok
she said she want her tummy tuck i told her detox
walked inside gucci spent 200 for these socks
they’ll stab you in your back, that’s a backstab
judge give you twenty years off your background
and you can’t pay your lawyers ’cause your guys clowns
when a n-gga play with my gang, that sh-t man down
when your homie on that stand, put your head down
you’ll be saying in your head, put your hand down
see the opps be on my d-ck, i turn them fans now
get the whole hood rich, that’s the plan now

[pre-chorus]
on a whole lotta gang sh-t, yeah
and a n-gga can’t change sh-t, yeah
and i’m riding for who i came with, yeah
and i’m dying for who i came with, yeah

[chorus]
whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
whole lotta k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers
whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
whole lotta b-tches, b-tches, b-tches, b-tches, b-tches
(whole lotta)

[verse 2]
you ever got snaked by your day ones?
i heard them k!llers on my -ss, he ain’t say nothing
and i was chewing on them perkys, ’till my pain gone
and that day that boy got shot, i wish he stayed home
this rap sh-t who’da thought i get paid off it?
i remember og going to the head office
and we’ll sell our food stamps and get paid off it
he tried that dope and then he turned into a j off it
n-ggas say they talk behind my back i say they stay talking
police want me down bad, tried to charge for jaywalking
my little homie went out sad, let them n-ggas take from him
for the n-ggas go out sad, i can’t put my face on it

[pre-chorus]
on a whole lotta gang sh-t, yeah
and a n-gga can’t change sh-t, yeah
and i’m riding for who i came with, yeah
and i’m dying for who i came with, yeah

[chorus]
whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
whole lotta k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers, k!llers
whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
whole lotta b-tches, b-tches, b-tches, b-tches, b-tches
(whole lotta)



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