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wesley’ press - childishmusicllc lyrics

[hook]
yeah, business, all my rules
been that n*gga who
got the keys, cuff ’em too
window tinted, brought a tool
caught a semi, brought a penny
hold a fifty, called up ricky
word, fifty, uh, tricky
left ’em shifty, let off quickies
yeah, business, all my rules
been that n*gga who
got the keys, cuff ’em too
window tinted, brought a tool
caught a semi, brought a penny
hold a fifty, called up ricky
word, fifty, uh, tricky
left ’em shifty, let off quickies

[verse]
ran off a mile away
caught a n*gga who was lame, a dirt in the pain
they put ’em a mile away
clip banana, but the hammer
got stamina, pop a copper, hold it sideways
n*gga limped and hit ’em sideways
guess it caught up to ’em sideways
ricky ran, they creep in driveways
good ‘n plenty bullets ride ways
i’m a k!ller, but i still ride on beats
like a dealer, and i still love
the hate that they give ’em
hold up, 30 committed to ceiling
brought a 40 for f*cking with realers
for your memo, that n*gga a villain
a memento and 18 offending
i’m the greatest, you n*ggas depending
how will y’all decide to beat k?
childi$h n*ggas, he*she say
creepin’, do a feature, please say
what would y’all be without need say?
tied ’em up to help ’em meet ye
line ’em up, i’ll pick a plea day
grind ’em up above a heat wave
they might be calling to press play
[verse]
you know i’m fire, might f*ck in a rut
you know lil childi$h, he hop out the truck
jump on a plane, and i’ll fly to the ruts
foot on the gas, all you rappers been stuck
that’s on my mane, need the money
give a f*ck ’bout the fame
tear ducks, it give the power, don’t change
look alive, he got the power in chains
rip you cowards, i deposited game
venus trap a feature, b*tch, i don’t change
left an open wound, i hope it don’t stain
independent n*ggas never complained
in defense, a n*gga never need chains
it was written, b*tch, i come with a name
triple*digit riches, never been tamed
money counter going beep on the brain
and she coughing up a bag with a brain

[hook]
okay, business, all my rules
been that n*gga who
got the keys, cuff ’em too
window tinted, brought a tool
caught a semi, brought a penny
hold a fifty, called up ricky
word, fifty, uh, tricky
left ’em shifty, let off quickies

- childishmusicllc lyrics

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