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shaq talk - dinero lyrics

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what you know bout stacking bread to get yo mans out how you steady dissing hear my name you n*ggas fanned out had some old homies that done switch they goin fed now go back to the pocket get my praise cuz i’m the man now

i can’t let ha go, uh, i might up and blow green light we goin slow i f*cked ya b*tch gon let ya know we got heaters inna snow you want smoke just let me know not no cheif i hit up glo we hop out cars and catch a score (b*tch)

brodie got some switches frm the plug that’s that raq talk we had caught em loafin ian got no time for back talk run up on em hit his apple ian een let the mac off my brother holding 8 i got 3 2’s that’s that shaq talk

drank all in my cup uh, this b*tch a lil sl*t have ya mans comе pick ya up for we slide like hockеy pucks alcohol we in nem cuts this lil b*tch ain’t lit enough draco crazy he gon slide in hot cars and mini trucks

i’m like uh uh what you wanna do, you got hands imma show you what these f*cking switches do (yea) these ain’t neva props i’m finna put this sh*t to use, onna net you front yo move i bet yo ass ain’t bullet proof

how y’all ain’t get back don’t go tit for tat yo lil brudda inna pack we roll em up and then relax he got smoked wit his pipe how his dumb ass ain’t react 10 inna head 3 to the back we walked em down and set em back b*tch

as long as lil juan got his jock then you know i’m tryna toss told em drop me off right on they block today i’m tryna walk they don’t be on they sh*t anyway i think them n*ggas lost, if you f*cking with them k!llas you gon have to pay the cost

talk about me when i’m not around yo people in this wood think i’m a hoe cuz i’m a rapper they got sh*t misunderstood how the f*ck is you official you can’t post up in yo hood, they know my face they know my body anywhere i go, i’m good

he sneak dissing his b*tch wanna f*ck ok i think i should, if we bend all through y’all block, we gon have two different gens, y’all know dolla that’s my slat that’s why b*tches call us twin run up on em with this glock blow em away just like the wind b*tch (go)

- dinero lyrics

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