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pay attention - lingo lyrics

[verse 1: lingo]
your n*gga mad we cracked [?] ’cause he ain’t got [?]
n*ggas getting headshots, when they don’t use they brain
i done seen my own n*ggas switch up off a stane
don’t trust every n*gga, learned that from [?]
walking out the [?] store, with 6 belts and a top
if we ever get jacked, always know they’ll take mine
i used to drink syrup, and sell black by the dime
caine city in this b*tch, they know we [?]
[?] shoes, rolexes off the g
at the house i got a glock on a sink, that’s the cuban links
last time i bought a glock, it came with a stick and beam
serfing through they section, with a chop [?]
i do a woo wop, and i walk [?]
blew a cookie and some blue dream, off the [?]
if you know [?] i still charge a fee
i’m just tryna get some money, b*tch [?]

[verse 2: yid]
they don’t wanna see a n*gga winning like [?]
glock 23 on my hip, b*tch, you know that
n*gga play crazy, ain’t no talking, i’ma blow that
i f*cked her last thirsday, yeah, that b*tch p*ssy throwback
these b*tches love the caine, on the real, they be sucking that
[?] sh*t, na, these n*ggas can’t f*ck with us
they say i’m acting funny, na, i’m just on some different sh*t
asking h*lla questions, sound like you up on some [?] sh*t
dropping h*lla shots, but them n*ggas still ain’t hitting sh*t
i [?] they block with that k and get to flipping sh*t
lerking through they section, me and jim [?]
caine city [?] don’t f*ck with f*ck n*ggas
[verse 3: 22nd jim]
why they keep playing like they [?] keep a stick
why they keep playing ike [?] won’t send a b*tch
catch me out out of town, tryna move them by the 50
i can break a bail in, zips go for 250
i’m an active caine member, well known for orchestration
demolition with these pistols, do you need a demonstration?
a broke b*tch talking, can’t pay me to listen
any b*tch want my time, gotta pay for attention
i don’t believe in giving passes, 25 in the mattress
45 on my hip, just in case it get drastic
i done took plenty trips, been on many [?]
on the freeway, and had bullets flying through the whips
never snitch

- lingo lyrics

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