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ftl3 intro - izzy liberace lyrics

‎[chorus]
see i’m on the move n-gga‎
that’s just the mood n-gga
i ain’t riding with you n-ggas
cuz i ain’t riding with new n-ggas
its been known
i’m on my wave
they love my songs
i’m making plays
i see the fakes from a mile away
shorty want to come and ride the wave
s/o jack i can hook it up
if you don’t believe you can look me up
baby said that i do the most
but to keep it real, don’t think i’m doing enough
i ship a pack and drop a track
still gaining weight, my pockets fat
she give me brain; what u thought of that?
on the beat i’m a heart attack
i got em p-ssed ’cause i’m on my sh-t
you’re like a b-tch how your on my d-ck
half a brick for the f-cking fit
ain’t have this sh-t when i was a kid
i kept it pushing ain’t never quit
let me show you how to get some chips
you don’t know who you’re messing with
double the hustle for velveeta
ain’t talking muay thai now i kick my feet up

n-ggas i came up with trying to keep me down
only money what i keep around
this world so cold i keep them heaters out
certain things we won’t speak about
not on no label don’t have no help
me myself n i all i’ve gots myself
spent half a rack on the f-cking belt

[verse]
i’m on my sh-t ye i own my own
smoke medusa im getting stoned
she heard my raps she say i’m well known
still making sells off the cell phones
i’m on the move do what i does
the word around that i’ve got a buzz
doing what i want do it just because
like my second tape i do this for the love
ain’t talking boxers but lets keep it brief
the flow half a mill put it in the brief
young boss like chief keef
some haters hate don’t want to see me be
grinding til im on the tv screen
there’s a war outside i keep the peace with me
bad b-tches want a piece of me
getting paid what my focus is
life like a game of poker chips
give it all i’ve got, i got dough to get
they investigate but i’m so legit
started from the bottom came up from the slums
try to count me out but it’s just begun
you should be proud of your only son
it’s pay back for those who owe me some
we heard your sh-t just know we laughed
recycle bin put it in the trash
i’m gucci now i’m always in my bag
buying all the sh-t i never had
ain’t have no mom ain’t have no dad
guess a n-gga was born to ball
‎what is all i want? i say i want it all
i stay lighting up that molotov
i got what you want
i got what you need
ye i got the molly
ye i got the weed
ye i got a verse but have gwap for me
‘case u ain’t know this sh-t not 4 free
homies know i got it for the low
reason why they come and shop with me
i’ve done said before that talk is cheap
so you best be talking that guapanese
i know they’re watching with a side eye
starting to look like some d-mn cops to me ye

- izzy liberace lyrics

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