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peachcurls - anthem lyrics

i stuff a 8th of gas in doink
i don’t cuff no ass. what’s the point
i swung on euclid ave with my diddy bop
the way my trunk blast made her titties drop
n+gga do the math
i brought the city out
n+gga why you mad
whatchu sh+tty bout?
i swung on euclid ave to pickup kipp stone
i been working, birdies chirping like a flip phone
i got the recipe
why you keep plexin
these b+tches keep texting me
hold up lil baby, i can’t even lie, i’m feeling her s+xually
sh+t i’m feeling myself
i’m stacking my wealth
and they ask what i got in my bag
a pistol, some candy, a drum machine, and a whole nother zip of the gas
n+ggas put money over god
i put myself over that
they pretend they want the problems
don’t get k!lled over rap

now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
when you come from where i’m from that’s just the way it go
if heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it’s a f+cking joke
ay, now you can end up dead or you can end up broke
when you come from where i’m from that’s just the way it go
if heard his ass correct that mean he want the smoke
shooters hitcho ass and laugh like it’s a f+cking joke
a f+cking joke, ay
mama told me to pray to jesus
that n+gga never answered back so i don’t believe him
you can die for anything when you live in cleveland
i look like a l!ck, yeah, but looks can be deceiving
i be getting high cuz i don’t wanna feel sh+t
this can turn from a party to a slaughter real quick
she keep that thang like water and the yams is real thick
i’m going crazy, out my mind i ain’t got no d+mn sense
i pull up on yo block disrespectful
i don’t stay at my mama crib
that’s just where they send them checks to
choppa hitcho n+gga and the one he standing next to
my money so flexible
rolling up them vegetables

- peachcurls lyrics

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