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starlito - fi'e that dope up lyrics

first of all, y’all should know i got no problem murkin’ y’all
just know that it’s a purse involved, if you want one of these verses dawg
freestyle, naw, but while you’re at it, free my n-gga red
and jay, and cee, and cj too, and, and free lil tez
and [?], every real n-gga on the run
tryna get this money dawg, ridin’ dirty with a gun
one in the head with one of these n-gga hoes, smokin’ a blunt, gettin head
i can’t even lie, this weed so f-ckin’ loud, man, i ain’t hear nun’ she said
they say that they don’t f-ck with me, i echo their sentiments
shouldn’t be so difficult, keepin’ ’em out my business then
back with the sh-t, sh-t a brick when the shipment in
twelve hundred for the zip, nineteen racks get you a split, my friend
dope high, so am i, sell that sh-t before it dries
lil’ n-ggas doing odd jobs, like it’s goldeneye
hood b-tch, put us on your spot, they wear no disguise
just go home with ’em, leave the door unlocked, then look so surprised
just scream and act like you don’t know them guys

i’m just tryna get this money dawg, out here on the grind
somebody gonna die if you try to take mine
for the love of money, i’ll commit a hate crime
and you know you going hard when you pray for state time

i remember, i counted my first fifty thousand dollars
i had at least a quarter million worth of problems
turned into a strap-a-holic, we always shoot after brawlin’
got a b-tch that got a b-tch and they both on a half a molly
whole trash bag of broccoli, heard i got them pounds
bail in a motel bath tub, that’s a nervous breakdown
got them bricks b-tch, but i’m only servin’ eighths now
grind hard motherf-cker, come and taste a k round
that mac 11 get hot after five shots
so i put a coolant on the nozzel, wh-wh-why stop
you can tell i’m on the syrup when i hop
out the car, smellin’ like the inside of my jar, i need some eyedrops
my drop drippin’ wet, just left the tire shop
indo, livestock, why ain’t i just buy a block?
forgiattos sittin’ up high enough to say hi to pac
these lil’ n-ggas just lie a lot
wouldn’t have survived on my block..

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