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Artiste:
Big Hit
Titre:
Foreclosure
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You niggas better count your fingers if I shake your hand If I be a countin' chilly, I'm a shake you down I got the cake by pounds Shh, don't make a sound If I could wiggle up on the block, release and rake them down Man, these fakes is foul I never mistake a smile I recognize a snake smirk Just an upside frown I'm boflexing on niggas, slow stretchin' on bitches On blood, bench pressing the beef, show flexing these figures Shout out my nigga JT Blood, this pressure is deep When I hear a Hit-Boy beat, my complеx so steep I don't see beef, one eye opеned I sleep beef When my protein levels is low, I need beef I'm a real life soldier It's hard livin' life sober My realities got colder when feds opened the folder A lot of weight on my shoulders A nigga skeleton scolding I try to mold her but the bitch like how cause I can't hold her My hearts in foreclosure You lost me bitch, it's over I'm advancing I'm older Your advantages is show My hearts in foreclosure You lost me bitch, it's over I'm advancing I'm older Your advantages is show I'm advancing I'm older Your advantages is show Your advantages is show My hearts in foreclosure Foreclosure I'm a drug to these bitches I'm the plug to these niggas Ain't no love when it comes to snitches Just slugs and ditches Yeah, I'm in it the for the chilly I'm in it the for the billies Really drillin' in the millies Spinning bitches to the ceiling See I got high blood pressure so I'm a high blood presser In the game high Ain't no more high stressing I'm about to reap high blessings Breaking off hot records Nigga got released See, I'm a jack of all trades, master of none Young nigga, don't play with me I master my guns My son mastered his craft so we just mashing your ass While me and C3 sit back with all the masters and laugh Suck a duck a dummy dodging Niggas fuck you, pay your homage Ain't no bluffing, blood I'm popping Ain't no luck I'm straight with lamas Hard to be sucker free in the land of lollipops You niggas, fuck with the opps I don't fuck with the cops My heart's in foreclosure You lost me, bitch, it's over I'm advancing, I'm older Your advantage is show My heart's in foreclosure You lost me, bitch, it's over I'm advancing, I'm older Your advantage is show I'm advancing, I'm older Your advantage is show Your advantage is show I'm advancing, I'm older Your advantage is show Your advantage is show My heart's in foreclosure You lost me, bitch, it's over You lost me, bitch, it's over I'm advancing, I'm older Your advantage is show Your advantage is show