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Artiste:
Baby Money
Titre:
Gifted
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Everybody chill, chill These bitches low, but they ain't gon' be like this for long (Girl, is that Boobie on the beat?) I'm gifted, I make two bands off a 'bow play The Presi' plain, the AP got a froze face Vacuum sealin', I been countin' up the whole day They heard I got a thousand of 'em at a low price We pop Percs when it's 'bout to be a long flight He'll go and catch a body just to earn stripes I'm wrapped up in all Celine for my cold nights So much work, all the fiends could have a snow fight I came from slow nights, no fights, blow pipes Two rules, no lights, four spoons, no knife Her pussy good if I ever hit a ho twice They say I'm trippin', I just wanna cop 'em all ice I can't tell you how I got here, I just thank God Tell her she can't spend the night, I had a great time I'm hood rich, I surround myself 'round great vibes Overdo it, rock two watches at the same time I done seen it all, I done done it all An angel to my mama, in the streets, I'm a dog I lost a couple games, after that, I won 'em all I was runnin' up a check while these niggas runnin' off Uh, dead opp, I seen that, black heart, I mean that This bitch just pulled off, called her phone like, "Bring my lean back" So much drank in the room, I might relapse From my belt to my shoes, it was three racks We up now, the pool look like Key West Drivin' cars down to Florida, bringing kis back The hard times show who loyal, I should tweet that Clutch your pole on everybody and just keep stacking Phew, I'm just a hustlin' motherfucker, the reaper like my brother Tell 'em hit my phone, it get cheaper by the dozen This lil' bitch at home, gotta keep her out the public Bought the bitch a plain jane, gave it back because we bustin' I can't tell you how I got here, I just thank God Tell her she can't spend the night, I had a great time I'm hood rich, I surround myself 'round great vibes Overdo it, rock two watches at the same time I done seen it all, I done done it all An angel to my mama, in the streets, I'm a dog I lost a couple games, after that, I won 'em all I was runnin' up a check while these niggas runnin' off