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globetrotter - 454 lyrics

every day we get it how we livin’
globetrottin’ to the million
[big ben, then?] stovetop in the hood, chemist
role model, mo’ dollas, and mo prob*e*lems
ego makin’ ’em think that the hood got ’em in
steelo, creep of the night, when the crows silent, when
peephole, i don’t know no n*ggas from n0body
then be quiet, we catch ’em off guard, that’s a clothesline and then
everything been f*ckin’ us up and we so blinded
mediterranean from the diamonds, they soul*shinin’
i’m hydroplanin’ right off to texas, we gold*minin’
champagnе spray on the paint, with the toes shinin’
run and madе it straight to the show with the clothes grimey
maxwell, i play on the tape, and it’s high buyers
i feel like the number one, motherf*ck top*flyer
these f*ck n*ggas know we the reason they inspired
gotta give my props to my family, my empire
lookin’ up, i spot a [edge?] in the sky and they spit fire
i’m from the south i let this jeep*body vehicle sit higher
hook up with toe, we tryin’ to master tape
my n*ggas push up on the block, we tryin’ to make it shake
we sprayin’ sh*t we hittin’ corners every f*ckin’ day
the night is low, and these n*ggas tryin’ to pocket low
i gotta link up with my [ese?] posted at the store
i told him this sh*t every day, we gotta clock the door, that’s all he know
just get the dough and move out quick with it
i told my n*gga tryin’ to stack it up, six digits
you know i, scope the sh*t i seen the meal ticket
so first quarter, n*gga and ain’t no plan b with this
sh*t, n*gga quick with a muf*ckin’ hit
tryin’ to come up off the top with some f*ckin’ lyrics
some sh*t to spit to kick game for the b*tch
tales from the crip, i done hit him in his lip
she love to hear stories while we smokin’ on the zip
told her it’s my glory, it ain’t nothin’ off the hip
hit ’em with the switch, lights on, lights off
told ’em it was quick, he ain’t even get to pipe down
[be and he ain’t?] poppin’ any sh*t, they rock a nightgown
find a credit card, the only benefits is flyer miles
hater had to beef ‘cuz you really had a tight style
jump inside the regal, n*ggas know we keep the profile
low*key try to tell them people that you know me
get in front the police and drop a testimony
try to say it’s od when n*ggas tried to clone me
i’m ’bout the projects so you know we keep the chrome piece
block boys don’t get no sleep, tryin’ to move that crack rock, it comin’ with no piece
i told ’em let me get that deadstock in all green
sh*t that ain’t nothin’ to catch a headshot at walgreens
no ciroq, when n*ggas tryna hate
they can’t understand the sit*i*ation, just watch a n*gga replicate, but it’s all good
let a f*ck n*gga detonate, yuh
blow up in the sky and watch the pieces separate ya

- 454 lyrics

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