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like father like son - cml lavish d lyrics

[verse 1: cml]
let hank talk his sh*t
million dollar n*gga i’m as good as it gets
i rock a lot of ice because i’m hotter than some grits
looking for that motherf*cking hoe that you was with
you pouring up a deuce, blood i’m pouring up a brick
wide*body benz with the amg kit
i blew $30,000 now i’m looking for a l!ck
i’m up and down the blade n*gga looking for a b*tch
police at my daddy house, we did another skit
go and pick your n*gga up, we did another hit
flexing on the suckers that can’t f*ck with me a bit
i knock the baddest b*tches because they know a n*gga lit
i’m looking like some money, richest n*gga in my city
heavyweight hank, ain’t n0body f*cking with me
i’m worth a couple million, heard some n*ggas out to get me
i pulled up in they hood with some k!llers riding with me
i got too many hoes, i can’t f*ck with you i’m busy
i’m in the b*tch ear, when i’m done she gon’ be dizzy
my last b*tch left but i know that hoe miss me
i got a full clip for anybody that’s against me
applying all this pressure, i’ve been eating for a minute
it’s beef in the streets, i ain’t out b*tch i’m in it
my foot up on they neck, man i swear these boys timid
you love being broke, but i swear i don’t get it
n*gga say he robbed me, i know a n*gga didn’t
a n*gga rob me, his whole family gon’ be missing
flexing with a $100,000 had to say i’m tripping
get that boy a thong, ’cause that n*gga stay b*tching
she chose with a heavyweight, she made that decision
she got up on her knees and gave me head on collision
all i see is money, ain’t no f*cking up my vision
i been had a blue check, n*gga did i mention?
he stared at my chain man, i feel a little tension
he tried to sn*tch this, give that boy the whole extension
put him on the news since he begging for attention
i got a lot to lose, but my trigger finger itching
i don’t like to talk, i think everybody snitching
i’m f*cking on my hoe, on the floor, in my kitchen
i love going shopping n*gga, everyday is christmas
i got another hoe, she in detroit like the pistons
[verse 2: prince quell]
i got a lot of dough, my pockets flipped i know they p*ssed
this n*gga loving on that hoe, we been ran through that b*tch
bro shooting trying to score, like he playing for the knicks
she know that a n*gga balling, ’cause i always stay dripped
i ain’t taking no losses, all a n*gga do is win
and they know i’m pimping hard, all that n*gga do is simp
i let her blow me like a vent
we in the foreign behind tints
i’m just flexing in my bag, n*gga let me talk my sh*t
i been counting up these bands, got my hands cropping up
she gon’ blow me, than my mans, all these b*tches is some sl*ts
every time i walk in, them groupies start acting up
you n*ggas wouldn’t bust a grape or sting a bee y’all ain’t tough
i just counted 20 g’s i had stashed in the tuck
i could never love no hoe, just get the bag then i cut
they say this piece shining on me, is it flashing or what?
they praying on my downfall, i’m just hoping i stay up
them boys acting like they balling, but i been caught they bluff
like a thanksgiving turkey, all my pockets stay stuffed
we run them n*ggas out the city, man they ass ain’t get up
it’s only bosses at this table n*gga you can’t hang with us
i swear they undercover agents working with the police
i’ll have her down all night, youngster get no sleep
i beat it like mike, night night, go to sleep
got me feeling like pac, it’s all eyes on me

- cml lavish d lyrics

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