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summrs - devil on my back lyrics

[chorus]
look, all of my n+ggas ’bout business
all of my n+ggas ’bout business
the maybach windows ain’t tinted
i want you to see who up in it
i want you to shoot ’til it cl!ckin’
i want you to pull out your bl!cky
none of my cars be rented
i’m f+ckin’ these broads up in ’em
hundred thousand in my denim
god help me stop sinning
god help me keep winning
i just brought a audemars piguet
it got twenty pointers up in it
i ain’t trading my patek
i ain’t duckin’ from no static
all of my albums turn classic
all of my b+tches’ waists sn+tched
some of my n+ggas got hats
we better not catch your ass lackin’
i’m with my bloods, what’s brackin’?
you know you not in my tax bracket
some of my n+ggas still trappin’
brought 20 racks up in magic
all these diamonds on me lookin’ flashy
chanel, it’s all on my fabrics
i ain’t too much into fashion
but all of these racks that i’m having
[verse]
free my bros down the road
doodoo locked up on the soul
and i just picked up sosa
when this sh+t gon’ be ovеr?
yeah, i’m on drugs, i’m not sober
italian leathеr on my sofa
in a maybach truck, not a rover
pray the cops don’t pull us over
yeah, got the devil on my back
i’m finna go tesla plaid
was pullin’ off on your cat
i’m feelin’ like the b+tches after me, feelin’ like i need to go get a gat
i’m getting all of this cash
and i know the world gon’ be slimey, when they try rob me, that’s a new hat
this fn, it’s .45, it got a hammer
b+tch, i made it out of louisiana
let all my dawgs out, they still in the slammer
reach for my necklace, i’ma k!ll you on camera
i’m screaming out, “self defense!” when i muhf+ckin’ blam ya
and you n+ggas ain’t taking my brother
’cause i’m knowing they keeping the hammers
with the d.a. and state, goin’ to war
yeah, they say they got us on camera

[chorus]
all of my n+ggas ’bout business
all of my n+ggas ’bout business
the maybach windows ain’t tinted
i want you to see who up in it
i want you to shoot ’til it cl!ckin’
i want you to pull out your bl!cky
none of my cars be rented
i’m f+ckin’ these broads up in ’em
hundred thousand in my denim
god help me stop sinning
god help me keep winning
i just brought the audemars piguet
it got twenty pointers up in it
i ain’t trading my patek
i ain’t duckin’ from no static
all of my albums start classic
all of my b+tches’ waists sn+tched
some of my n+ggas got hats
we better not catch your ass lackin’
i’m with my bloods, what’s brackin’?
you know you not in my tax bracket
some of my n+ggas still trappin’
brought 20 racks up in magic
these diamonds on me lookin’ flashy
chanel is all on my fabrics
i ain’t too much into fashion
but all of these racks, yeah, i’m having

- summrs lyrics

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