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rediroc - 36 lyrics

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they know who i am, they know who i be
if it ain’t about money, then it ain’t about me

dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills
dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills

the numbers don’t lie, neither do the scale
b-tch i hustle hard, everything for sale
i’m dope boy, that’s in the dope game
i take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36
36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36

i got a whole block, that’s a 36
i gonna stray drop, or sell’em order whip
so f-ck being broke, i’m trynna make it rich
i’m talking birthday cake b-tch make a wish

i’m my whip game poppa got a magic wrist
and its 45 cal bliss, you gotta let it clip
i leave half soft, but let the rest cook
now watch a n-gga ball, b-tch i’m russell westbrook

all black shades, i’m in a black beamer
i’m on 95, i’m riding with christina
i’m ’bout to take her home, soon as the door open
i take her clothes off and make that b-tch bust it open

i break a b-tch down into a bunch of docks
so come and get a point, before i sell’ em out
i’m no jay-z, but i’m selling rock
36 ols, and choppers know exactly what i’m talking ’bout

the numbers don’t lie, neither do the scale
b-tch i hustle hard, everything for sale
i’m dope boy, that’s in the dope game
i take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36
36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36

look, i got 36 ols, 36 tools
36 flows, all i do its get growd
im too clean to lay with your b-tch
i make that dirty b-tch roll winner
when it come over my table
just tell’em 36 rules

i’ll be balling on this n-ggas call a time out
bout to buy a bird, so i can take a f-cking 9 out
put another 9 in, escape’em flow i’m grindin
when they let me in, her daughter let her f-cking bomb it

hey n-ggas make me sick, thug
wiz khalifa on you b-tch, roll up
white maserati which your ride
right beside me you became a homesick til you crip, rolla
with my b-tch, whit my staff, i’m like he gonna whoop your -ss
all the selling is ready rock
with a drive-through you are goona get that fast

gone, that’s how the work do when i got it
20 shots that diddy em rock it, stones
got a pay full in my pocket
and this office sell, ain’t hard to tell
i got harvest sell, its hard as nails

the numbers don’t lie, neither do the scale
b-tch i hustle hard, everything for sale
i’m dope boy, that’s in the dope game
i take a half, break and turn into a whole thing

36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36
36, i got 36 ols, the numbers don’t lie, i got 36

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