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teecee4800 - pot of gold lyrics

[verse 1 – teecee4800]
teecee loc got money got weed
these b-tches want a n-gga, these b-tches they want a crab
so i give them d-ck and you know that i dish them plague
who am i? tatted and loc’d up up in this b-tch
rolie on my wrist and that forty is on my hip
me and town dribble, these n-ggas they let us slang
f-ck a drive by, i’m hoppin’ out doin’ my thang
n-gga test me, them n-ggas gon’ feel clank
n-gga f-ck a art cover we got sh-lls up in this b-tch
ey, blue chuk wearin’, n-gga i ain’t sharin’
f-ck a n-gga mean? make a busta run a errand
never in no flip flops, always on my tip top
n-gga you’sa b-tch, you’sa motherf-ckin’ [?]
tic tac tic tac, n-gga n-gga tic tac
we ain’t got a lot of time n-gga, no pit stops
got to get rich or a n-gga gonna flip
if it get too hard i’ll make my main b-tch strip

[chorus]
i’m like n-gga oh, we gotta go
n-ggas need a pot of gold
i’m in the town n-gga, n0body else
glocks n-gga, they locked and loaded

[verse 2 – marley blu]
n-gga i need a pot of gold and a gang of cash
i’m a midtown n-gga, i ain’t never asked
i’m a grab the box, i’m a grab the mask
i’m a jump in a car and do the whole dash, ok
four five nine n-gga your death
been knockin’ on doors, been p-ssin’ facts
and i’m in a house, found a money bag
with a gang of crude [?] , that’s the crip cash, ok
[?] and straight down we go

posted right there at the stove
pull up we hop out my n-ggas is bangin’
midtown business come f-ck with the locs
d-mn, welcome to the body out
turned up like audio
i’m just trying to get rich
but if it gets slow, i’ma tell ‘em like this

[chorus]
i’m like n-gga oh, we gotta go
n-ggas need a pot of gold
i’m in the town n-gga, n0body else
glocks n-gga, they locked and loaded

- teecee4800 lyrics

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