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uncle trey - tobyhanna lyrics

ro county, five-seven-snow sh-t

[verse 1]
since a youngin i been wanna ball, yeah
but a million dollar short, didn’t have a shot at all
became official for the long haul, yeah
i earned stripes, built a team, now i’m the one who make the calls
pumpin diesel at the exxon, yeah
moved weight, had muscle, ask the suckas that i flexed on
n-ggas used to rest on, yeah
this dark horse, now of course i’m the one they placing bets on
riding with my boys
had a trunk full of base, had a blunt full of noise
tryna keep up outta trouble, well i’m dancing with the devil
i was married to the game, women couldn’t make me settle
way before my ep i was selling bp
had the bajan kush, eighteen hunna for the re-re
we was dodging wee-wee
scared to see the weep-weep
always on the creep-creep just to get flee

[chorus]
homie i was counting hundos in a honda
riding round serving tobyhanna
out here tryna get it with my patnas
told em that i’d get em so i got em
if it ain’t about the money why you bother
do you know the power of a dollar
purchase all the answers to ya problems
chase the paper everything’ll follow
homie i was counting hundos in a honda
riding round serving tobyhanna
out here tryna get it with my patnas
told em that i’d get em so i got em
if it ain’t about the money why you bother
do you know the power of a dollar
purchase all the answers to ya problems
chase the paper everything’ll follow
get money n-gga

[verse 2]
rolling through ro county
only money on my head and i’m tryna make a bounty
sittin on horsepower, feeling like a mounty
hit the gas, 0 to 100 and i’m outty
all my n-ggas low-lives, all my n-ggas lousy
whipping that white b-tch, serving rhonda rousey
me and macky bagging up grams, sipping liquor
in the driveway, ball-shorts, house-slippers
scrimmage for the scrilla, call me uncle warbucks
anty-up anytime, all i want is more bucks, more bucks
sitting getting dome, while i’m sitting on some chromes
whipping with the chrome, fingers lit, n-gga phone home
bet she don’t pick up, sorry she with the god
and truth be told, it’s probably cause you a fraud
doing 80 on 80 in the a4
i lie to hoes but the game i play faithful n-gga

[chorus]

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