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on my level - fsg rell lyrics

(verse 1)
if n*ggas hit me it better be money
and if it’s not money it better be something
we only f*cking the f*ck is we cuffing
i am not cuffing my name not mcloving
gave her some d*ck she felt it in her stomach
she miss her period lil rell gone be coming
about to turn nothing and make it to something
probably will turn me to something i wasn’t
i know these b*tches want me for a dollar
baby you cute i can make you a model
just cause i f*ck that don’t mean you get followed
more then just family my n*ggas is riders
taking my shot if i make it i take it
i’m hotter than satan
i f*cked ya b*tch i just did you a favor
now you rolling them papers
in my bag but it ain’t goyard
only come out when it’s most dark
prodigy i’m like mozart
some these p*ssies got the most bark
21 ain’t go no heart
love momma with a gold heart
where i’m from you’ll get pulled a part
grew up living with the f*cking sharks
(chorus)
it must be the foreigns, it must be the jewelry
it must be the fact that young n*ggas is touring
only live once so i’m gonna enjoy it
see n*ggas shining we all can afford it
taking these fl!cks, feeling like torin
now it ain’t shooting, we shoot and we scoring
that be the thing we call it the lauryn
scr*ping the pot feeling like florist
you might be the sh*t, but you not on my level
ya lay look legit, but you not on my level
you might be winning but you not on my level
you not on my level
get on my level

(verse 2)
i cross em like shady i dunk like mcgrady
hiem he like welker, and me i’m like brady
sometimes i be quiet on stage i go crazy
only trust brother these n*ggas fugaze
asked y’all for help but n0body would save me
want to get paid but n0body would pay me
hold up
let me walk it down
bad b*tches always come around
if you bad then we f*cking rounds
big sh*t, know i’m talking rounds
project n*gga, so don’t f*ck around
all this ice think i’m bout to drown
separate if i find a clown
i won’t tell you when i’m touching down
cause these n*ggas like to f*ck around
i know n*ggas got the club smashed
i know n*ggas got the hood smashed
i like to hear that my b*tch is my bad
what kind of b*tch is that
it’s the b*tch you can’t get her that
two heads, gotta scissor that
match the drip so it fit the map
this a level you ain’t no where at
(chorus)
it must be the foreigns, it must be the jewelry
it must be the fact that young n*ggas is touring
only live once so i’m gonna enjoy it
see n*ggas shining we all can afford it
taking these fl!cks, feeling like torin
now it ain’t shooting, we shoot and we scoring
that be the thing we call it the lauryn
scr*ping the pot feeling like florist
you might be the sh*t, but you not on my level
ya lay look legit, but you not on my level
you might be winning but you not on my level
you not on my level
get on my level

- fsg rell lyrics

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