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a lot - drae sativ lyrics

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a lot

of course

you on lock, so your paper just stopped
go to heaven, now you can greet pac
you got leverage well b*tch i got rocks
like i’m roddy, b*tch i’m in the box
independent, i move with the stocks
you can’t touch me, you might just get popped
yea you got followers, where’s the guap?
this n*gga got lucky, i hear that a lot

send a couple shots, coz a n*gga barely breathing
hollup, gettting chequed, that’s the season
i been in my bag and i know it’s that season
they fumbled the bag, going broke for no reason
l!ck after l!ck, cheque after cheque
another one coming yea b*tch we the best
you know we stay plotting
you know we don’t rest
i got a new hobby and i love having s*x
i do what i do, i don’t do what i’m told
you posting that sh*t, b*tch i know that it’s old
i’m stacking this cheese, i can see it got mold
i gotta do me, b*tch i gotta be bold
she wanted to leave, left her ass in the cold
she belong to the streets, but my n*gga you cold
i sold her some dreams cause she wanted to kick it, her ass coming back but i told her it’s sold
send a couple shots coz a n*gga barely breathing
hollup, getting chequed, that’s the season
saw a couple shots but the n*gga already bleeding
hollup, going broke for no reason
l!ck after l!ck, cheque after cheque
another one coming yea b*tch we the best
l!ck after l!ck, cheque after cheque
you gotta pay up, there’s a price on your head

you on lock, so your paper just stopped
go to heaven, now you can greet pac
you got leverage well b*tch i got rocks
like i’m roddy, b*tch i’m in the box
independent, i move with the stocks
you can’t touch me, you might just get popped
yea you got followers, where’s the guap?
this n*gga got lucky, i hear that a lot

a glock to the head
pistol packing for the bread
i dont feel no fear i want glocks no tears in my house
f*ck around and leave you in the south
big gang big guns got boogers on there face and she like how i taste she wanna freak me
i want a conversion glock number nine to the head then we head out a sp*ceship
l!ck after l!ck cheque after cheque my cocaines are white as bueggets white as a stretch
right after that we gone leave and finesse for another round yehh
uno dos dres im with drae sativ
no stress i got that cheese stacking up in my closet a feature i feel a deposit no diamonds on sight the ladies ow my
my brain too c*cky feel that sprite

send a couple shots cause a n*gga barely breathing

you on lock, so your paper just stopped
go to heaven, now you can greet pac
you got leverage well b*tch i got rocks
like i’m roddy, b*tch i’m in the box
independent, i move with the stocks
you can’t touch me, you might just get popped
yea you got followers, where’s the guap?
this n*gga got lucky, i hear that a lot

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