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sme taxfree - who hot as me lyrics

[intro: chicken p]
(ooh, sh+t, you ain’t got no grabba?)
(like only one, only one)

[chorus: chicken p]
uh, i ain’t even gotta say that sh+t, they know who eatin’
all this ice on, look like we going skiing
i poured a four on top of four, this sh+t got me sleepy
skrrt, b+tch, trackhawk, tires screeching
i be feelin’ like who hot as me?
had to throw my ye’s on, okay, now i can sleep
ain’t been sold, [?] since i got some sleep
tryna run me up a m, this how it gotta be, yeah

[verse 1: chicken p]
i’m tryna run me up a m, watch how i get this sh+t
and i don’t never need no pen ’cause i live this sh+t
i always knew this sh+t’d come, i seen it come in the beginning
i motivate the streets, hit the trenches, rollie out the window
remеmber i was broke than a b+tch, now, b+tch, i’m really up
rеally having, youngest n+gga ’round me up fifty bucks
i’d probably be up another quarter million if i kicked the cup
just landed in la, the black truck finna pick me up
sme, rb, re, they ain’t rich as us
you n+ggas broke as a joke, yeah, that sh+t tickle us
mmm, she made me bust off the mouth, ain’t even get to f+ck
just got a wire for a hundred, i’m finna hit the bank to pick it up
[chorus: chicken p]
uh, i ain’t even gotta say that sh+t, they know who eatin’
all this ice on, look like we going skiing
i poured a four on top of four, this sh+t got me sleepy
skrrt, b+tch, trackhawk, tires screeching
i be feelin’ like who hot as me?
had to throw my ye’s on, okay, now i can sleep
ain’t been sold, [?] since i got some sleep (huh)
tryna run me up a m, this how it gotta be, yeah

[verse 2: sme taxfree]
huh
huh, tryna run me up a m
been in louis three days, all the workers like, “it’s him”
out in cali with the growers, out there pickin’ with no stems
my diamonds dance off the light, n+gga, even when they dim
red seats, this a benz
i’ll roll the window down and i— but he ain’t never gettin’ in
boy, i’m thirsty, i’ll pay 2 g’s for a ten
twenty g’s like a smoothie, put an opp right in the blend
fifty thousand brick of blues how i’m bankin’
if me and chick throwin’, lil’ b+tch, you gotta rake it
we’d rent the lamb’ out in your city just to race it
tell the police ballin’ ain’t no crime, we ain’t finna write no statements

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