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LOM Cypher
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LOM Cypher was released on May 19, 2019 by MBC The Label as a part of the album Multiple Hustles, Vol. 2
May 19, 2019
LabelMBC The Label
LanguageEnglish
BPM87
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

When it come to them streets, I'm hands on, **** (Hands on)
First we had a lil' boy, now we grown, **** (Dawg)
He a regular, baby, I'm a strong **** (Wow)
We ain't vouchin' for them boys, we don't condone **** (Get the fuck out)
This not the home, ****, this just a trap spot (We just chillin')
We be in this bitch grindin' with them straps out (You know it)
And then show up to the club, whippin' stacks out
So much lean in the cup (Ass), I swear I blacked out
A stack a day, that's thirty in the month, I do that shit yearly
Buff lins dark as they can get, but see them M's clearly
Like Siri, how I be talkin' to them eagles, spiritly
It's crazy, I'm paralyzed and it can still feel me (You know it)
Fifteen years old, I had a couple thou' in the streets (When I was little)
Willworth it, any beat, I get on, it's O.V. (Kill it)
**** talk that Rolls shit, I bring OT to me (Bring it here)
**** rap that gangster shit, I fly OG to me (Live)
Flyin' through the hood, ****, in that long sleeve
Can't see behind the tent, ****, but you know it's me (That's Rufus, ****)
Real street, **** ask 'em, they can vouch for me
Put my name on the line, ****, if it's about money (Let's get it)
**** want a pocket watch, I tell 'em, "Watch this" (Watch)
I made fifty in three months, like, "****, count this" (That's the shit up)
Name some younger **** in the city fuckin' with us
See you at the finish line, ****, ain't no runnin' with us
Hustle heavy, ride foreigns like fuck Chevys
Lay in Prezzies with wifeys in Guseppis like, "Fuck Nikes"
You trippin' (Trippin'), and you broke, prolly why your ho
Iron on our dick like they icy and they Cartier's the whitest (Damn)
Livin' life like I got a master degree
All I did was send some cheese to my mans in the Z
We be playin' with them G's, come and shop
We got anything you need, how you think it's four G yachts on the sleeves?
More girls than college dorms, I'm tryna cop a Porsche (Planet Mary)
Before I touch your hands, I got it, that's 'cause I'm the source (Plug)
Spot bangin', it's on fire, something like a torch (Mhm)
I was sellin' boo, and girl, you was on the porch (Yeah, ****)
Wasn't into sports (****), I love blow flippin' (Mhm)
Something like a black and mild, I'll smoke **** (Blow, blow, blow)
All my **** low pistols or they dope dealin'
Dro twistin', both sippin', plottin' on more digits
Sixty grams on the table, I ain't gotta mask (Trippin')
Plug through some extra zone that I ain't gotta ask (Plug)
If the feds get involved, I ain't gotta bag (Doin' shit)
I'm at the store buyin' cream like I got a rash (Sold)
I'm tryna hide the fact I'm strapped, but you can still tell it (Fuckin' out)
Kush bills in the attic, you can still smell it (Live)
Caught dope traffic cases, but I still sell it
Cuz lost thirty in the air, but we still mellow (For real)
(You ain't livin' that life, dawg)
You think you know motherfuckin' money?
You know you don't live this life
A thousand blues down the way
Let me tell you, my baby
You know you don't live that life
You think you this crazy?
You know you don't live this life
Let me tell you, my baby
You know you don't live that life
Written by: Pierre Johnson
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