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believe me - lance markeith lyrics

i’m the only one getting the job done (mumble)

alotta b*tches turn hoes these days
alotta them itching for the poles these days
got miles, b*tch been hitting the road these days
and you ain’t wanna believe me (believe me?)
believe me, believe me
we the ones that get it poppin in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
nah believe me
nah we ain’t on that
f*ck a facebook where ya real friends at
f*ck yo connect where the real grams at
training these hoes this the real amtrak
lance you was supposed to be the nice n*gga
you had me thinking ain’t no right n*gga
you were the reason that i liked n*ggas
and my reply is bring the dike witcha
seem like n*ggas want conscious
talking to a motherf*ckin’ convict
cause my idea of conscious is getting brain when you ran outta condoms
we da only one to get the job done
kept swervin’ when the cops come
my n*ggas real on a pill
catch me if you can was the statement when them motherf*ckers stopped him
hook:
we the only one to get the job done
(i’on know a n*gga that could cover for me)
believe me, believe me
we da ones to get it poppin’ in the streets
i ain’t tryna find n0body else to beat
believe me

(beat change)

yo*yo*yo (yo*yo*yo)
yo*yo*yo (yo*yo*yo)
man all my n*ggas, yo*yo*yo (yo*yo*yo)
(all my, all*all my, all my)
yo! uh!
all my n*ggas drug dealers
they said college wasn’t my sh*t
and moving out my dorm last week n*gga
had work in my boxes momma don’t touch it
that lil f*cker get the job done
call the connect say a n*gga need a job done
shooting at the enemy and cover n*gga
i can’t trust a n*gga when the job done
d*mn! i’on understand
got my word and my b*lls and they both in my hand
n*gga don’t touch it pass me the dutchy
shoot you in the stomach i could tell you what ya lunch is
n*ggas want lunches, b*tches want meals
hoes wanna f*ck rappers wanna deal
n*ggas wanna act, n*ggas wanna lie
n*ggas turn on you say they don’t know why
man these ain’t my n*ggas!
that lil f*cker get that job done
call the connect say a n*gga need a job done
told f*ck with me i got it n*gga
and i ain’t even got none (d*mn!)
big guns, big whips
that’s that antebellum n*gga
from off the block where the girls hanging
let my auntie tell a n*gga
warning shots leave you looking like jody
and you the one protecting yo homie
lil advice that motherf*cker told me
life ain’t sweet like zach without cody

- lance markeith lyrics

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