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starlito & don trip - 3rd song lyrics

lito
part time rapper, hard time trapper
started off f-cked up, them cars came after
went and got some money, then them broads came faster
never chased a b-tch, man they cash what i’m after
hard on a ho, blame it on my last one
just seen her last month
imagine me p-ssing a fat blunt to a bad one
knowing good and well they wasn’t f-ckin with me when i ain’t had nothin

don trip
you know i come from slinging o but i don’t owe a n-gg- nothin
and mine already copped, just in case that n-gg- wondering
think i’m just rappin, thats a dangerous -ssumption
i got it locked down like an underground dungeon
im, i’m too arrogant, fly as a planetarium
my moneys gaining calories, my b-tch sl-tty as marilyn monroe
yeah, actually i’m stepping into this rapping sh-t
with hopes of leaving the trappin sh-t
no more movin packages
but, but in reality the dope game is my salary
and i’m married to the dollar signs happily
and me givin up or giving in is not happenin
lookin in the sky, hope a mil is looking after me
ballin like an athlete, difference is you balled like an aryan
(get it? bald? ???)
try me, i’ll be at your front door, like i’m carolin
i think i’m running out of sanity, your pity sound too much like charity, apparently

starlito
im staggerin, throwed, like a javelin
oh so many shows got me on the road traveling
i dont want this many hoes, f-ck it you can have them man
if it ain’t about the money, well, really it don’t matter then
i was 18 they were 18, homie give me 28 grams for half a grand
then i let that water boil, yeah cook it like some zatarain’s
n-gg- got a deal, i feel, ehh i ain’t have a chance
hash up front, had a check
doubled up off that advance
f-cked up, yeah ciroc with the orange juice
n-gg- what i’m going through no telling what i’m gon do
and i’m and i’m wanted too
and i’m and i’m gone shoot
see my automatic is on me, and them paramedics’ll be on you
i’m my own goon, got my own strap, got my own money, from barterin weed
cause from the streets i wasn’t supposed to be, alive and free
so thats all i need
i ain’t lookin for em, but when i see em its gonna be all of me
so if the lord don’t call for me, i pray n-body calls the police

- starlito don trip lyrics

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