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primetae madiadi & jaitekken - cleopatra* lyrics

[intro]
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, i swear to god)

[verse 1: jaitekken]
how much backwoods can i puff?
yeah, i make this glock+teen bust
three grams deep, yeah, this sh+t tuff
huh, i hope 12 don’t fuss
h+ll nah lil’ bih, huh
h+ll nah lil’ b+tch, my glock not tucked
i got 30’s going in my body, yeah, i’m like “f+ck”
i could hit this za all day
met this bad b+tch, i’m like “hey”
got these guns n+gga, let’s play
plug said “pull up”, on my way
and my new whip cost 10k
up my fye and then i spray, hold up
and my fn cost 1k, hold up

[verse 2: primetae madiadi]
i just took yo b+tch to mate, i’m the reason that she flaked (hahaha)
left yo goofy ass with bitter taste
had my d+ck up in her mouth, when i’m done she getting out
and you’ll still treat her like a spouse
i’m+i’m+i’m in yo head and you can’t replicate
these goofies be chatting on the net, in person hesitate
i be by myself but one phone call and you gon’ see the gang
this pressure pulling up in your area, better use ya brain
i be hitting wins and stacking paper, thought i was a crane
you ain’t out here focused on some money, you against the grain
get the hustle or is you gone fold, just like a paper plane
all you goofy n+ggas really bots, i’m finna call you zane
what the f+ck? hold up, what the h+ll?
i’m the type of n+gga selling packs right through the mail
but i got a plug and he grow weed for his clientele
quarter zip the eighthy spliff with 10 grams on the scale
i just been up, can you tell?
devil may cry, dante in the cut givin’ them h+ll
you listen to my music and perceive it as a grail
i get to this money, never moving like a snail
oh my+
what you said?
really don’t give a f+ck cause these n+ggas got no bread (hahaha)
[verse 3: jaitekken]
and i got the fye
and i told that bih, “let’s ride”
copped a pj, yeah, let’s fly
every time i pop out to a function, got a bad b+tch by my side
you don’t even got a band, huh, yo’ pockets crying
and the old me already died
b+tch, i’m in my crib, count my stacks, huh, my pockets wide
and you know i rep my city, yeah, i’m going wild

[outro: jaitekken]
yuh
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
(enter the tekken)

- primetae madiadi jaitekken lyrics

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