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2006 Meek 2ᐳ (feat. THEFOODLORD)
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Sativa R Sullivan
Sativa R Sullivan
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I just need to get paid Shit i need to get laid Been so down Haven't slept in a day Been so down can't even feel pain Don't listen to the fake Im humble cause I'm self made If they talk shade I got a clique who spray Ain't talking no raid I see red man no wu tang Posted with the gang Everyone got skis Like a fucking masquerade Boys get accused cause they Spitting that slang In the car with CT Boy need an eighth Took me back to the days No bread Dudes all fake Pockets all dry Brother Keem died On the east side Murder homicide Real pain when he Look me In my eye Down on my dick You can't get a three five Glock and a switch All on my mind Behind bars I already did my time They don't wanna See a brother shine Cause my teeth ain't white Or my past ain't right They don't even know I was serving all night Shit I gotta shine Shit I gotta try Got it out the mud So I'm pouring up the sprite Baby mamma trippin Trying to act like my wife I got a ten But she only for the night Smoking until it's bright Gotta pay the rent Get a pack to flip Last week I hit a lick O boy just copped a stick G I ain't no homie But he on me like a tick Light em like a BIC Balling like the Knicks Got to find a move So I'm throwing on my kicks Taking all these drugs Make my head hurt But it's another day Got to take another perk Distract me Cause my brother in the dirt Put my music first I'm putting in the work I ain't hear a word Walk it like I talk it Calling me Takeoff Rocket in my pocket Man I never got paid off Throw some shade on Gun to his socket Then I gotta take off No money in my wallet Blunt to take the weight off Now my PO calling Went from public housing To house browsing From cigarette buds and counting To living in the mountains Two one four is what we shouting And if he got a problem We got a nine That leave him howling Eyes everywhere we hawks Everyone got talons Where we really bout that action Grab our first reaction Gotta bring something to the table What's your talents Gettin hit with mallets Sleeping on the pallets Moving slow and steady We don't fuck with no rabbits
Writer(s): Sativa Sullivan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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