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okay sdot - 1100 himself lyrics

i’m not the type of n*gga that you take me for
i made a couple dollars and i’ma make some more
i’m well connected round this b*tch just like a cable cord
and tell me why the f*ck you really tell them fables for
and n*ggas quick to turn they back, that’s what them tables for
i brought my n*gga to the session and he thanked me for
and i’m not the type of n*gga that you take me for
make sure you close the back door cause it’s a janky door
they like leven is you roll and i said probably
you got your fire, got my fire, okay that’s fine with me
this n*gga used to be my mans, he dropped a dime on me
just like the pocket watchin’ clock, ain’t got no time for me
and they gon’ clock and watch my pocket, ain’t gon’ slide for me
then i’m gon’ sock him like i lead and floyd gon’ bob weave
and i’m gon’ ash it in her bundles, boy gon’ buy her weave
remember robo kicked my dope but he didn’t find a thing
remember robo kicked my dope but he ain’t find nothin
i’m goin’ in at early mornin’, it’s about five somethin’
you see this belt across my waist, it cost me five hunnid
and i was off the porch early, hit the ground runnin’
walkin’ with my head down like i found somethin’
and if i send you trackin’ numbers, know your pounds comin’
i hate a silent ass b*tch and a loud woman
and i did that one show, they screamin’ loud for me
always real as i can be, it ain’t no toppin’ that
my fans said they want an album, i’m like copy that
i got a bl!ck in my possession, then i’m poppin’ that
my n*gga got up out of jail like where it’s poppin’ at

- 1100 himself lyrics

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