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Morray
Morray
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Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
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Morae Ruffin
Morae Ruffin
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Jeremie Damon Pennick
Jeremie Damon Pennick
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Matthew-Kyle Brown
Matthew-Kyle Brown
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Hunter Brown
Hunter Brown
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Benjamin Shields
Benjamin Shields
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Smatt Sertified
Smatt Sertified
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Akachi
Akachi
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Sonickaboom
Sonickaboom
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Brandon Buttner
Brandon Buttner
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Trey Moore
Trey Moore
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
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Yeah, yeah (808 Mafia) I had some niggas, that said I wouldn't make it My nigga, they said I would fall off Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion Safe sex but I'm raw, dawg I'ma just count up the millions, it's touchin' the ceiling I love how it fall, dawg You get one shot to make an impression Or you blow it like a sawed-off Don't you blow it like a sawed-off I'ma blow up like it's takeoff Can't nobody fuckin' stop me, I'm the one, gonna win the race, dawg If you ever take a shot, better hit, I ain't one for the chase, dawg Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off Bottom feeder, now your bitch at the top, havin' bottom meetings Don't you ask where she at, I'm about to meet her I get money to fuck, I don't gotta eat her I was bummy as fuck, now it's Prada season Hide the fact that I'm nervous, don't gotta see it You ain't got a pussy, I ain't gotta eat it Don't you ask me for shit, I don't got it, beat it, know I'm lyin' I just hit the gas, I never pace it with you niggas Hit up Benny, it's a butcher, wear an apron on you niggas Turn 'em Ashton, hold the Kutcher, I ain't playin' with you niggas It won't be no fuckin' prank if I pull up with the killers Comin' up two is no option I get respect 'cause they know that I'm poppin' These niggas tough for the camera, they vloggin' Aim with the Ruger, I'm solvin' they problems Diamonds so bright they be up where the stars be Change up the swag, you can't say that I copy Deal with the pressure, I'm better no probably Green light, bitch, you never can stop me Batman, they can never come rob me Dead body, have 'em laid where the flies be Headshot, turn his ass to a zombie Thumb sucker, send his ass to his mommy Nothin' but killers and gangsters around me Pool full of blood, I will have your ass drownin' He goin' back to wherever you found him Me and my niggas gon' fuckin' surround 'em I had some niggas, that said I wouldn't make it My nigga, they said I would fall off Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion Safe sex but I'm raw, dawg I'ma just count up the millions, it's touchin' the ceiling I love how it fall, dawg You get one shot to make an impression Or you blow it like a sawed-off Don't you blow it like a sawed-off I'ma blow up like it's takeoff (yeah) Can't nobody fuckin' stop me (The Butcher comin', nigga), I'm the one, gonna win the race, dawg If you ever take a shot (grrr), better hit, I ain't one for the chase, dawg Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off Street money, I'm in love with that Bricks still come bubble-wrapped Movin' money through accounts, I send a hunnid stacks through a double tap Runnin' laps 'round these other cats, I'm a street nigga, that's another fact Had some homies, had to cut 'em back But I heard bein' famous come with that (for real) 20 bands, that's another bracelet, I'm just startin' to have fun with rap Ten bands to get her stomach snatched, now it look better when she fuck me back (ha-ha-ha) Dressed just like a dope boy, cash like an NFL running back Hop out and I'll do your shit, when I pull up in it, what the fuck is that? Talk money, then we listenin', yup All the trap niggas listen to us Ride around with the Blick' in the trunk I'm too famous to pick up the truck Missed Fashion Week this month (I did) I was in the hood, I can't front though I was in the trenches flyer than the niggas that was sittin' in the front row Niggas hatin' on this money, huh? I ain't never had this much smoke I ain't never had this many opps 'Cause I ain't never had this much dope Y'all buyin' hoes shit y'all ain't got Those hoes I could fuck broke (nigga) Still a Eastside cutthroat In every hood, I get the utmost, ah I had some niggas, that said I wouldn't make it My nigga, they said I would fall off Fuck a bitch nigga and his opinion Safe sex but I'm raw, dawg I'ma just count up the millions, it's touchin' the ceiling I love how it fall, dawg You get one shot to make an impression Or you blow it like a sawed-off Don't you blow it like a sawed-off I'ma blow up like it's takeoff Can't nobody fuckin' stop me, I'm the one, gonna win the race, dawg If you ever take a shot, better hit, I ain't one for the chase, dawg Treat a nigga like a scab, do a nigga bad, get a pussy scraped off
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Hunter Addison Brown, Morae Ruffin, Benjamin Shields, Matthew Kyle Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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