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scars - lil berete lyrics

[verse 1]
try to get up out the hood
ain’t none changed i’m still a project baby
can’t switch for cheese
i know we different ’cause my momma raised me
slagging nines and banging sticks
to deep in the streets don’t try to save me
if i close my eyes and turn my back
i bet these n*ggas snack me
come around the hood
bunch of thuggas strapped up like the navy’s
i was showing, had to cut some
friends ’cause they moving shady
ran off on the plug
did him dirty he got counterfeited
better not run your mouth
and point a finger like your partner did it
been through the worst and dark nights
but no i’m counting digits
she hold her purse
i got my strap in case a n*gga want it
f*ck my ex she keep calling me
like baby sorry
tell me how i turned a target
just ’cause i’m an artist
these hundreds all up in my pockets
i don’t need a wallet
and i don’t make no problems
but my n*ggas always solve it
to be honest you ain’t finna finish
what you f*ckin’ started
i gave her anything she want
but i ain’t finna promise
[chorus]
she get freaky, she get strippy
’cause i’m worth a couple racks
couple diamonds in my chest
i might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
and she get freaky in the back, yeah
i change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
and she came here with a friend yeah
we turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
paranoia got me geeking
put my team on it
she said that she was gon’ ride
i put some wheels on it
know some n*ggas that would k!ll and
do a bid for me, yeah
but i rather put some tints on me
pull up back to back
i got some shooter that got my back
and my n*ggas in the cell and i hope
he make it back
i just woke up in the hood
can’t waste no time gotta get that strap
know my ops they want me whacked
but i ain’t going out like that
and my brodie did a couple years
but he finally made it back
took my brother like the other day
and we finally got them whacked
in these streets they got us struggling
i had to walk down with my pack
got a youngin and i love him
tried to tell him don’t sell no crack
got some n*ggas whipping
shocking making traps do jumping jacks
finesse the plug
he tried to tell me where my money at?
don’t worry about it n*gga ’cause i’m where that money at
your b*tch she all up on me and i guess i’m flirting back
[chorus]
she get freaky, she get strippy
’cause i’m worth a couple racks
couple diamonds in my chest
i might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
and she get freaky in the back, yeah
i change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
and she came here with a friend yeah
we turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah

- lil berete lyrics

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