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t5 - dedication lyrics

intro
aye yeah yeah yeah
let me talk my sh-t
let me talk my sh-t
aye yeah ah ah
aye aye

verse
young pimp in mobay
i do my own thing
get around
f-ck a lot of b-tches very often
cash rules everything
i know you heard of wu-tang
what u mean
n-gga u a lame if u not drippin
cashing out cheques at banks
that mean im flossing
flossing, weed got me m-th-f-ckin’ coughin’
couldn’t find me with a f-ckin scope i lay low
gunnas on standby if i say so
i did it, i quit it, no alcohol to my system
allah my n-ggas are shooters, i said so
spending addiction then i say where the pay go
link up wit bandulu
get minx a fur coat
selling out shows with hoes they jam bro
selling green crack out the house like a bando
panoramic views from the f-ckin top floor
millionare status came up from grams bro
yeah
20 f-ckin dollars for a f-ckin gram bro
45 mins, fire off like a colt
yes im inside, but its m-th-f-ckin’ cold

break

ac on 17
this b-tch blowin cooler
we are not the same im a m-th-f-cker ruler
our money not the same can’t measure wit a ruler
you a m-th-f-ckin fool boy ya crew goin under
i am never goin under suck yuh mada
reading thru the bullsh-t
it say that you a busta
can’t hang or bang then throw shade lil b-st-rd
buss guns and i roll out wit the rastas
you are not a real n-gga
you a imposter
get the f-ck off the block you move nada
no product, no godd-mn thing
say your name, not even crickets gon’ sing
hurt my brain
you know the glock gon’ sting
when im on scene
you know i got the green ting thats
guaranteed to lean ya man
you know
smoke way mo dope than ya senior man

- t5 lyrics

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