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touchmoney cease – real deal holyfield lyrics

chorus:
i got my i got my i got my own
i shine with the stars you not in my zone
while ya’ll talking shots i take shots of patron
bacardi lemon they know what i’m on
you know my team n+gga we the real thang
known in the streets got the city in a flame
walk with me if you really wanna hang
n0body getting silly with the gang
cuz i got my i got my i got my own
i shine with the stars you not in my zone

verse:
first things first f+ck all the opps
can’t beef no more n+ggas call the cops
i leveled up a boss with stocks
no service on my phone and call the shots
i’m like olajuwon
and you fronting man what kind of lies you on
my shooter with me got the rocket jawn
and he’ll pop it for my young n+gga suave the don
i’m like dusse and you paul mason
i got bars for days i go on and on
i was water whipping when i started pitching
driving hoopties knowing parts was missing
forties got to flipping turned them sh+ts to eighty
call in social service how i whip the baby
got it on my own how could n+ggas play me
really how could n+ggas play
whoa

chorus:
i got my i got my i got my own
i shine with the stars you not in my zone
while ya’ll talking shots i take shots of patron
bacardi lemon they know what i’m on
you know my team n+gga we the real thang
known in the streets got the city in a flame
walk with me if you really wanna hang
n0body getting silly with the gang

verse 2: (suave the don)
real deal holyfield
he was ducking smoke and got his homie k!lled
jumped inside the booth i got up out the field
cause ain’t too many trappers that can show a mill
real sh+t
i was bummy with my kicks all scuffed now the bands run up
getting to it n+gga why wait
we love it when the fans show up and their hands go up like the doors of an i8
two foreigns, one pop, all yay straight drop, you be f+cking with them n+ggas getting migraines
new york upstate my place i was violating any n+gga tryna eat off my plate
troy n+gga good everywhere he go, rockstar letting heavy metal go
regardless n+ggas hate i’m getting cheddar though
you sorry putting p+ssy on a pedestal
was married to the streets i had to let her go
sold out dates on my schedule
stick to the grain never sell my soul
watch who die never tell a soul

chorus:
i got my i got my i got my own
i shine with the stars you not in my zone
while ya’ll talking shots i take shots of patron
bacardi lemon they know what i’m on
you know my team n+gga we the real thang
known in the streets got the city in a flame
walk with me if you really wanna hang
n0body getting silly with the gang
cuz i got my i got my i got my own
i shine with the stars you not in my zone

touch money cease

ya’ll n+ggas know what it is

me and my n+gga suave the don the real deal holyfield n+gga

whooo weee

- touchmoney cease lyrics

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