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spark master tape - livin lavish lyrics

[hook]
b-tch i’m living lavish
talking money, cabbage
you talking all the bullsh-t, you ain’t about to have it
b-tch i say we living lavish
murk you for the static
drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, livin’, livin’ lavish
talking money, cabbage
you talking all the bullsh-t, you ain’t about to have it
b-tch i say we living lavish
murk you for the static
drum up on the whole team we leaving with some baggage, them f-kk boys show up

[verse 1]
it’s that last drink that rest in peace
rip that’s “shut up b-tch”
i’m too drunk to understand what you saying
what you demand from me?
sipping lean till my stomach hurt
toast weighing my pants down
and i’m really wishing that a brother would
cop the tip we ain’t jam out
bringing the flame, flinging the ‘caine
with figures to gain, the bigger the gang
the bigger the brain, the bigger we bang
the quicker we slang
now say it again (faded again)
she’s got a plan
shifted a shipment to france
siphon the gas from the plane
sipping the sixty to mess with the fans
cop about fifty, chop it in half
triple the price, move it in bags
cripple your plug, we pulling a tag
chicken the soup it’s all in a rag

[hook 2]
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
we gon’ make a hunna’ million dollars off this b-tch
hunna’, hunna’, hunna’ million dollars (screwed vocal) b-tch
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
we gon’ make a hunna’ million dollars off this b-tch
hunna’, hunna’, hunna’ million dollars off this b-tch
i been [?]

[verse 2]
it’s that last shot, no witness
my last beer, dark guinness
my last job ain’t finished
so i’m in a room dressed up like a dentist
menace, lower they want a percentage
slipped them a wrap, poisonous spinach
sh-t in they food, now that they finished
cleaner the bed, downer with this
hey, clean
find me a patsy, find me a patsy
i’ll find you the team (hey clean)
guns with a scheme, poppin on lean

[hook 2]
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
hunna’ million dollars on a b-tch
we gon’ make a hunna’ million dollars off this b-tch
hunna’ hunna’ hunna’ million dollars off this b-tch
[x2]

[hook]
b-b-tch i’m living lavish
talking money, cabbage
you talking all the bullsh-t, you ain’t about to have it
b-tch, we living lavish
murk you for the static
drum up on the whole team we leaving with some
baggage

them f-kkboys show up, their body go down
bullets in the air, everybody catch a round
you looking for the fort? we tear that sh-t down
bullets in the f-cking air, everybody get it now, look

[verse 3]
we been walking on the line of being fine or being k!llas
no belief in no home, no hope, about to be them dealers
gun toting, gun smoking, homicidal predator
i’m irregular, no regular compet-tors
compet-tive, non-secular. my team stay molecular
in every part of the element we down to be dissecting them, like

[outro]
from now on, everyone will be properly dressed at all times
i cannot have officers eating sandwiches on duty, commander, just under any circ-mstances
“i’m sorry sir”

- spark master tape lyrics

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