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Contractor Contract$
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Contractor Contract$ adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Currency Cartel Entertainment LLC. tarafından 8 Aralık 2023 tarihinde yayınlandıInvi$ible Bully 3
Yayın Tarihi8 Aralık 2023
FirmaCurrency Cartel Entertainment LLC.
DilEnglish
BPM76
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Valence
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Until we settle up with Omar, I think it's best we suspend these meets
In fact, I ain't really aint much for meets no how
Anybody got a problem from here on out, bring it to me or sit on that shit
Those of you on the west side who need to re-up
Holla at my man Monk
He gonna handle supply over there
On the east side, Cheese
One more thing
Price of the brick goin' up
Yes, sir
Three
Unh
Yeah, you thinkin' hell, but the shells way hotter, ****
Remixin' babies in the pot, gettin' father figures
Cartier denims, ****, I Prada bitches
Introduced me to the fam, broke down coke on her mama dishes
My left hand and God as the llama's witness
President of the Jays
One play, I made Obama's pension
So many AKs, my goons thought Osama sent them
Blowin' Scama, fuck the drama in the sauna ventin'
I control the East from my couch like it's TiVo
Shawty on my floor just impersonatin' Tim Tebow
200 drop, the driver only wanted dos kilos
Move em two weeks and only called Dos Amigos
Every time I call Nick, it's like a dose of ego
Every time I make a flip, I raise a toast to Nino
The dark-skinned brother from the bank, right
Been cookin' gumbo since New Orleans was known for tanks, right
Enough Supreme to build my own brick and mortar
Contractor contracts, dawg, I front you bricks to order
You know it's farm to table, every dish that's slaughtered
She in Vivianne, y'all couldn't out-drip my daughter
Big Flexin' you would think we bought the Roids home
Wonder why I'm always blowin' green bubbles
Stupid fuck, I made some millions off a Droid phone
Man, listen, gettin' sloppy top
At the same time, I'm on Masterworks, buyin' shares of Basquiat's,
Keith Harring, Yayoi Kusama, you know the piece glarin'
You can't keep starin' like the sun, the same thing that's on my son
I'm on another run
What DJ Khaled, sad bitch?
Big Benjamins, plus I got the steel in pocket
I can throw on nerdy swag, bet they still will jock it
How you double back after leavin' me on read?
Ain't have to call the Ghost Hunters, homie, to meet the deads
Fuck Billboard, you know that shit sent Meech to feds
New York bodega cat black, you know I sleep on bread
Written by: Marshall Lowery II, Syhir McClelland

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