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preacher $am - a+ criminal lyrics

[intro:]

wodie
hood don’t love me
it’s all cool though
you feel me?
let’s go

[verse 1:]

blacked out dress code
all black bezel
time to f+ck a b+tch
ain’t sh+t on the schedule
met a few homies and i
sold a little pebble
big f+ckin’ jacekt with
the fur made of lion
p+rn star b+tch in the
back of the hyundai
what a day for her lips
on my d+ck base
pay, i make pay
preacher $am stay in first place
never pay the taxes on the
money made from coke mane
roll the, roll the speed
baby, baby, baby pass it
i dress every day
like i’m sleepin’ in a casket
i find a b+tch with my whiskers
like a catfish
broke motherf+ckers asking 15 an hour
i don’t give a motherf+ck
she payed me 50 to plow her
preacher be in power
nose encovered in that powder
i walk around naked
your ass in eddie bauer
who’d a thought my name would
be mentioned among the greats
i just sit outside and eat
a bunch of motherf+cking grapes
got a god d+mn walking stick
made of shark fangs
when i pull the trigger
give your ass some sharp pains
in the armpits
blood stains on the carpet
i whip a real ferrari
your ass in a car kit
[chorus:] x 4

i’m like whoa, how it go
preacher know, what it do

[verse 2:]

the hood don’t love me
i’m okay with that
them all broke motherf+ckers that’ll
never make it out
they stuck in a loop
and they can’t get out
they don’t sell any drugs
they don’y go to they job
they just sit around and
complain about preacher’s job
yo, like what?
you mad that i’m a famous rapper, what?
you mad that i got a big hat on?
you mad about my two gold necklaces
with dollar signs?
you mad about my green suit jacket
or my black suit jacket
or my green suit jacket
or my blue suit jacket
or my skin colored suit jacket?
i’m a rich motherf+cker
are you okay with that?
you gon’ complain about that?
you ain’t got a walking cane
with a diamond on the top?
why? (why)
cause you broke
you ain’t follow my path
and that’s fine
there ain’t room for you in
this town b+tch
look, if i said somethin’ b+tch
then i meant it
go ahead and get that
through your noggin, ok?
[chorus:] x 4

i’m like whoa, how it go
preacher know, what it do

[outro:]

after years of bein’ in the trap
you grow to know
that your not gonna be liked by everyone
hey, but you know what?
that’s right
okay?
okay, okay, okay

- preacher am lyrics

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