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tyler sweet - 4therecord lyrics

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[chorus: tyler sweet]
record the record
she want the net worth
she on the network
‘fore i hit
let my brudda place the bet first
record the record
she want the net worth
she on the network
‘fore i hit
let my brudda place the bet first

[verse: tyler sweet]
still don’t know how to get her
bucks and pride.. came after i met her
luck on my siiiide so i’m diving in headfirst
don’t duck the grind i put god, rents and rent first
hey
amen
101 and sweet you can’t find us
when i’m on the beat it’s straight violence
young n+ggas tucking heat right behind us
numb the pressure dodge defeat we blood diamonds
rappers’ efforts weak tell ’em grind on
professor i’m elite i tell em shine
don’t need doctors just need weed to get my high on
forced to this position, politicking, grab the pencil and grab my nuts
find me where you ain’t posted with my cup
when im in the street they start smi+ling
inside of the function shordies wyling
that girl way too bad and witty for her mileage
going off now
never know what i want
so i cruise with a blunt
and i know what she want
pay it no mind, i don’t front
i’m alive and i’m swell
i might dive, ring the bell
getting higher than h+ll
coulda died they wish me well
lost my pride i still don’t fail
turned mufasa when i fell
now i’m back for holy grail
i’m back to put these devils in the ground
higher levels with the sound
girl you trouble, come around
follow me you keep ya crown
and more for the record
record the record
[verse: 101ycfm]
yeah, yeah
i got some gas in my system
feel like a h+ll of a day
imma go crash in the [?]
i been a whippin’ the and get to the pay
i got some cash in the bank
i got some dank in the stash
i need to double up then i triple up
got a couple of days
owww, for the record
playing chess [?] f+ckin’ with checkers
it’s a blessing we breaking some records
and shaping the net worth and makin’ it wrecking
owww, for a minute
now that i finna get slow down
imma buss it [?]
ain’t no stress and we making this music
it’s a test for the mental to proof it
me and tyler yeah we finna go stupid
i got some time and i got a dime so hit on my line
open the sky, offer some time so we can fly away



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