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psalm 62:10. - brwnlink lyrics

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psalm 62:10. lyrics
thursday night as i’m sitting up late politicking

writing all these bills and all expenses in a composition

walked in —— room and told him we gotta hit us a robbing mission

plus the rent due eviction notice pockets not sufficient

let’s rise the stakes i’m all in

my n*gga sat down for a second just to take it all in

told him particulars and details i’ma fake it all in

this a easy four bands we finna rake it all in

[yeah]

just promise me you not gonna fold n*gga

sometimes sh*t get real you might just have to show your bold n*gga

plus i got the key my boss won’t even know who stole n*gga

if we head there around like 4am feds won’t be on no roads n*gga
we mapped it out and then we dapped it out

gram left of that kush i got a dutch and then i packed it out

the plan was good it’s like 11:44 we got a few hours before we run all through this store

it’s 2:30 he pacing and i’m just overthinking

can’t even get my eyes to shut i’m tryna get my sleep on

before i got in that field yeah best believe i put my cleats on

night was kinda chilly funny cause i was getting my creep on

we getting low now

it’s 3:30 we driving no time to choke now

only car was floating on that road felt like a ghost town

chrysler engine booming but city was making no sound

driving there i’m hoping that this ain’t our last trip together

parked up in the cut said “you ready to hit this l!ck together.”
you just play the lookout from front and be sure we stick together

if 12 come f*ck it we tried it and we might sit together

but f*ck that stepped out black hoodies on and n*ggas was masked up

moving militant we only focused on getting our cash up

front door walked right through alarm was bashed up

deposits, checks, cash, quarters pennies n*ggas ain’t pass up

zipping through that store we wasn’t moving like no slob n*gga

clean 2 minutes in and out just like a swab n*gga

cool calm collected wasn’t f*cking around like no mob n*gga

50 taught me business ain’t have to teach me how to rob n*gga

grabbed a couple —— off the shelf because i needed that

looked back at the layout make sure nothing shows they seeing that

my n*gga at the back with the money i told him swing back
took the camera system they can’t even get no feedback

running to the whip we

counting up this bread i’m telling my boy i think we got something

- brwnlink lyrics

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