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play the hand you’re dealt - hyjro lyrics

wake up to money yeah i’m juggin early
plug front em , get em gone in a hurry
keep the stick on me i ain’t never nervous
even my mama know a n-gga serving
grind for that money to feed all my babies
pot in the beacon then beat up them babies
f-ck on these hoes n-gga don’t save em
stick to the code and stack up them franklins
all this gold on i feel like a pharaoh
f-ck em then kick em out no we don’t spare hoes
play with my fam and get hit with the barrel
n-gga we that way don’t you see the arrow
you think that i do but i really don’t care though
get out yo feelings and get to the bankroll
you cannot be fresh if you f-ckin a stank hoe
left and my right packet filled with them hundos
don’t call me yo friend cause i might f-ck on yo hoe
60 grams on me 3 chains and a scale
everything i do i do the sh-t well
n-gga be hatin but i really don’t care
walk p-ss these n-ggas put gas in the air
think you gon stop me put yo -ss in a chair
misunderstood , abnormal and rare
play the hand i was dealt no solitaire

play wit my cash put yo -ss in a rock bottom
stack that bread and i’m not stopping
all on that paper like top columns
she suck on this d-ck like a gob stopper
to these peon -ss n-ggas i’m godfather
if you owe me f-ck n-gga i want every dollar
know yeen on my level so why bother
you don f-cked around stepped in some hot lava
and got threw in the field with a rottweiler
n-ggas think that they fly imma fly swatter
imma eat up that p-ssy like peach cobbler
yo bm know that i’m the weed doctor
shoot at these n-ggas like clay thompson
if you know me i’m high on some marijuana
n-gga wasn’t keeping they word so i quit frontin
so don’t even hit me up if you ain’t got ya money

fiends hit me up cause they know that the pack in
f-ck on that hoe and i’m beating her back in
double that work hyjro bringing them racks in
ooo i got the o for 200 cent
b-tch so bad she don’t even like compliments
i’m on the grind while u n-ggas sleep
i can f-ck wit her long as she a freak
not monogamous i need 2 a piece
rolling off addy it got all us geeked
taking love with a grain on salt bittersweet
we both know that yeen getting no money than me
ain’t even trying and running the streets
side pocket filled up with blue cheese
keep me a strap of a n-gga want beef
n-gga say less to these hoes and be brief
run it up weekdays , count it at the end of the week

- hyjro lyrics

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