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critical heath - joe billionaire lyrics

n*gga tryna check on me, go check your wealth
go check your wealth
riding around with some that make your body melt
your body melt

i’m just tryna change me for my new self
for my new self
this street sh*t all up in my bones, i can’t even help
see, it’s just you, g*lock, and me, b*tch, i can’t see n0body else

we getting that paper in for the fun, see you the type, go play with guns, go k!ll yourself
my dog the champion, the working back seats, you ain’t seen a belt
tryna be like a shark, should’ve been yourself
drop a bag on his head, now it’s critical health

see, i’ve been popping sh*t since show and tеll that n*gga right here h*ll
grandma in hеr wheelchair, still breaking down bails
hopping off the boat to swim, no sail
sealing up a pack, making sure it don’t fail

i know some of my dogs, they went straight to heaven
and some of my dogs, they went straight to h*ll, f*ck
infinity pool, balcony top, yeah, i live this sh*t
go cut your ears off, n*gga, don’t wanna hear

gon’ still hear this sh*t
n*gga talking about that rider, b*tch
who ain’t gon’ leave when you’re broke, man, that’s a joke
she think spreading that p*ssy on me, gon’ give me hope
(nope)

n*gga tryna check on me, go check your wealth
go check your wealth
riding around with some that make your body melt

your body melt
i’m just tryna change me for my new self
for my new self
this street sh*t all up in my bones, i can’t even help

see, it’s just you g*lock, and me, b*tch, i can’t see n0body else
we getting that paper in for the fun
see, you the type, go play with guns, go k!ll yourself
my dog, the champion, the working back seats

you ain’t seen a belt
tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself
drop her back on his head, now it’s critical health

see, they like how i put that sh*t together, mr. make*a*place
see, she like how i put that sh*t on, put that drip on every day
see, even when it’s light, i put some sweats on, fit still cost 2k
i match the products with the drip, design the step or make sh*t quick

i’m smoking solo with lil quan, you know that’s mr. 308
your b*tch wanna come hang with a don, cause she just wanna know how it taste
i let her decorate the crib, that b*tch had bought a louis vase
you come hang around some n*gga that real, you gon’ see how these n*ggas fake
n*gga tryna check on me, go check your wealth
go check your wealth
riding around with some that make your body melt
your body melt
i’m just tryna change me for my new self

for my new self
this street sh*t all up in my bones, i can’t even help
see, it’s just you g*lockin’ me, b*tch, i can’t see n0body else
we gettin’ that paper in for the fun, see you the type go play with guns, go k!ll yourself

my dawg the champion, the workin’ back, see, she ain’t seen the belt
tryna be like a shark, shoulda been yourself
drop her back on his head, now it’s critical health

- joe billionaire lyrics

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