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direct deposits (bank account d.o.d. mix) - m.a.b. lyrics

[intro : el flee]
uh, y’all already know man
ayo flee
i got mab with me
chicago, d.c. sh-t

[verse 1: el flee]
i bought a new car for my b-tch
i go to the mall with yo b-tch
won’t spend a dollar on her
she feedin me shrimp and grits
pay 3 for my kicks, speakin in thousands no hundreds
these n-gg-s be gettin mad cuz we making money
my young n-gg-s drum’in
yo b-tch suck me off while we in public
fear of god jeans holding flips of the hundred
speaking in thousand, don’t wear lacoste
my polo say hugo boss , still cop some ralph cuz ima boss
got a little b-tch named lauren
she ain’t foreign, that hoe from georgia
yea she so gorgeous, f-ck her face then extort her boyfriend for his momma mortgage
she say i’m horrible, not dennis the menace, more like billy the kid totin the glizzy
diamonds on gretzky, call me flee hephner
my bae pointed at him, i started laughing
don’t do no actin tryna get rich
beat my old status, she know i’m handsome
these hoes all on me, i just be overstandin them
no statements when i got questioned
ammune to twelve, i was born death
paranoia won’t get the best of me
i done see crazy sh-t since 13
ask gin gin, and 1-3, them my auntie’s
i drink remy, don’t sip bubbly
that sh-t muddy, bank account lookin like an international rugby
got mab wit me too f-ckin dope
#dreamordie how we thuggin, it’s nothin, gang

[verse 2: m.a.b.]
i stay on my job
started on a quad
rap in camouflage
go against the odds
fake players steady testin me
i was something like the referee
they can never get the best of me
nfl full of sob’s
so pro yea with the flow i stay gold till i rest in peace
riddle the internet
f-ck all them n-gg-s who into that
i get em from work and then send em back
the blind and the death we belittle that
don’t get it screwed use the interviews as the innerview in the interludes
this a tune for the inner you
so get in tune with the inner you
eat the beat like dinner food
soul food to the tofu
everything is kosher
at least if i know you
so beast on the protools
did this on my own two
i cannot be clone too
lyra brings us home too

- m a b lyrics

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