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onewaystreet - geo proffa lyrics

[intro]
all of my money go hard
all of my money go hard
all of my money go
all of my money go hard
all of my money go hard
all of my money go
all of my money go hard
all of my money go hard
all of my money go
all of my money go hard
all of my money go hard
all of my money go

[verse]
all of my money go hard
all of these b-tches go fall
run up a check and get dogged
just where you are
stay in your car
p-ssy gone wait for the day that i fall
i just hit up a woadie, got bags for the low
and my dollars keep shakin’ that -ss in slow-mo
like i tripled my profit, this bowl burnin’ slow
and my wallet just told me it’s raining these hoes
got these b-tches that f-ck with the boy for the low
i’m so sorry i grow but you couldn’t let go
i just popped off a beam now my head movin’ slow
and i’m rollin’ off dank while u stuck on the floor
it’s like chicken i’m storin’ outside a my stow
just ain’t nothin’ to me when i’m f-ckin’ these hoes
runnin’ these shows
gettin’ the dough
plowin’ the p-ssy is all that i know
my little b-tch
suck on her t-t
love me sum b–bies to boost up my b-tch
inside her cl-t
i’m searchin’ for kids
fightin’ these players with nothin’ but spit
right on my fist as it entered your b-tch
you little b-tch
get you some guwop and tell me you slick
run around a bit
run around a brit
run around a mac 11 tucked upside of your hip
that’s just how it is
never seen a wiz
never gave a f-ck, whoever it is
pullin’ out her track on this double s sh-t
get it from the back a that retro sh-t
that’s real money moves
stuck up in my head with them hard shed blues
just thinkin’ ’bout the time that you tied that noose
just stacking all these dimes like i can’t refuse
like i can’t come thru
i’m not into you
b-tch!
call me a doctor
my woadies won’t stop, ah
i’m rollin’ wit choppas, they aim at your momma
your daddy
your aunty and pappy
i shot ’em and drop em, don’t think that they got me
i’m feelin’ so sloppy
i woke up in mornin’ and made you a copy
like you can not stop me
you cannot drop me
you cannot hang with no gang, they want toppy
f-ck with the prophet, he’ll bring the tsunami
like i ain’t no regular ent-ty
tell ’em you want some, like you ain’t a friend of me
this ain’t no masterpiece
this just a tragedy
wait for the day that this sh-t a reality
cool and collectively
movin’ majestically
think that my problems have made this insanity

jump in a pit
suck on my d-ck
chase me a check
i need to get rich
all of these kids
they whine and they b-tch
they making their moms
go buy them sum sh-t
like they ain’t yo b-tch
they are not rich
workin’ a double, keep up with you kids
i can not quit
just look at the fit
bling on my neck and my wrist
hit it like that and just split
poppin’ that p-ssy
it’s lookin’ real icky
i lick it and stick it
my tip get all fuzzy
like that was real lovely
that why you love me?
that why you want me alone, just to f-ck me?
well, i mean sh-t that’s cool with-

never let it spray
never had to wait
never f-ck a jay
never had to pay
never hesitate
aye
never let it spray
never had to wait
never f-ck a jay
never had to pay
never hesitate
aye, okay

this a one way street
know my family gotta feed
and my brothers gonna eat
so i jump up in the street
now chasing down the green
got my family in a suite
’bout turnin’ down the heat

’cause my lungs too cold
from the water that i breathe
know my pockets by the seas
dug up from the ground
like a zombie with disease
gotta chill up with the bees
gotta buckle up ya knees
‘fore a breeze comes back
like a 100-mile sneeze
it’s lit my g
pick your grandma out the grave, come and knit this sh-t
like i ripped this sh-t
like i came back whippin’ up brick you b-tch
shut the f-ck up, come and suck this d-ck you b-tch
i’m not checkin’ up a foe let the clip go rip
come and hit this sh-t
my stank go hard
yo sh-t look soft
my water whippin’ b-tch make a hoe look washed
yo double sippin’ sl-t make a brain look sloshed
brrr

[outro]
uh, uh
f-ck boys keep talkin’, they come for your neck
all ’bout respect ’til they tell you undress
don’t want the p-ssion, they all for the press
and they lie like need you, but f-ck all your friends
knowin’ this info i’d think that you left
but you stay f-ckin’ p-ss-es who freak over stress

- geo proffa lyrics

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