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styles p - together lyrics

[chorus: styles p]
me and this bad-ss b-tch comin’ together
always got a plan to get money comin’ together
handgun and the clip comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together, yeah
me and this bad-ss b-tch comin’ together
always got a plan to get money comin’ together
handgun and the clip comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together, yeah

[verse 1: styles p]
you know it’s comin’ together
in the crib playin’ run dmc, tougher than leather
in the slums if you f-ck wit’ a g, tuck the baretta
tell your girl and mom, “hold my d-ck, suck it together”
real n-gga, you know it, f-ck it, whatever
holdin’ the metal, i’ma be ghetto forever
got the gun and the clip, blunt and some l!cks
me and my b-tch in the crib and we c-mmin’ together
me and the plug made a plan, now we runnin’ together
you don’t like ’em? i don’t like ’em, we could gun ’em together
then pray for our soul and get blunted together
but when it come to money, i’ma probably want it forever
what?

[verse 2: chris rivers]
go-getter, flow for the cold chedda
dome shredder, chrome’ll get hollow like cold chedda
on feta, gouda, that meunster, that mozzerella
b-tter spreader off of the bread and the love for weather
women in fancy cars, rappin’ in [?]
happily fallen far as it happens, it’s mad [?]
rappin’ like average stars
tackin’ like padawons
my team obi-wan ken0bi, some yodas and paragons
riches like babylon
b-tches, they tag along
all talk, no walk, n-gga, just babble on
move ’em, we like inertia
move and we might just hurt ya
kinetics, you get beheaded
we find your threads when the dirt’s dug

[verse 3: styles p]
always got a plan to get money comin’ together
n-ggas clap, i don’t mean hands comin’ together
it’s arm, leg, leg, arm, head if you measure
the depth of the jewels i kick, call it a treasure
fight the dark knight, not hardy or ledger
born a criminal, not hardly a beggar
i beg for drama, you’ll beg for mercy
eyes lookin’ grimey or hungry and thirsty
god gave me a gift knowin’ the devil cursed me
waitin’ up for karma, knowin’ she wanna merc me
’til then, i guess we still runnin’ together
life’s a b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ her, we c-mmin’ together
yeah

[chorus: styles p]
me and this bad-ss b-tch comin’ together
always got a plan to get money comin’ together
handgun and the clip comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together
me and this bad-ss b-tch comin’ together
always got a plan to get money comin’ together
handgun and the clip comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together
sh-t is comin’ together

- styles p lyrics

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