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old head - gaten lyrics

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i started getting money with a old head, yeah
then a n*gga jumped in a sport
then a n*gga jumped in a porsche

then a n*gga flew to new york
then a n*gga got them bags in
then we trap b*tch of course
now a n*gga rockin dior

i started getting money with a old head, yeah
then a n*gga jumped in a sport
then a n*gga jumped in a porsche
then a n*gga flew to new york

then a n*gga got them bags in
then we trap b*tch of course
now a n*gga rockin dior
now a n*gga rockin dior

now a n*gga got them bags in
n*gga got a real source
n*gga got a real plug , yea
n*gga got bags of the real one

got big bud show real love yeah
u the same n*gga that ran off on my buddy
i’ll get his ass whacked ain’t no love there
how the f*ck n*ggas call you big dawg n*gga you ain’t gmg stamp
i gotta couple young n*ggas stay with that drum n*gga ready to take a p*ssy n*gga off the map
but fucc that i got a couple og n*ggas with them cutlass and them mfs running

yeah a n*gga hit the gas hear the bihh when it’s coming
got a couple trap spots and they jumping
i started getting money with a old head, yeah
then a n*gga jumped in a sport

then a n*gga jumped in a porsche
then a n*gga flew to new york
then a n*gga got them bags in
then we trap b*tch of course

now a n*gga rockin dior
i started getting money with a old head, yeah
then a n*gga jumped in a sport
then a n*gga jumped in a porsche

then a n*gga flew to new york
then a n*gga got them bags in
then we trap b*tch of course
now a n*gga rockin dior

my million dollar partner put me on
fucc what they talmbout
a n*gga ran a whole 100 on the road
idk what they talmbout
i started from the trenches riding hot box
got these hoes riding dicc sh*t icebox
n*gga ran up the racks on the cool so a n*gga still riding round the city with a big glocc

put the fire on em make his ass hop scotch
fucc a n*gga b*tch take his hoe on a yacht
fucc a n*gga talmbout kicc his hoe off the yacht
b*tch i’m bout money what the h*ll you thought

chasing this sack make a hoe get lost
i got n*gga feelin like jacc frost
i’ll hit her with something make her lose her thought
i’ll hit her bf wit something make him lose his thought

- gaten lyrics

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