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drilla - mo2crazee lyrics

[intro]:
contraband got that dope
aye contraband

[chorus]:
yeah, so i’m standin tall like a pillar
so i just might need me a drilla
they tryna knock me off n*gga but i can stop sh*t
i gotta make a way for all of my reallas
sh*t was smaller than a dot, n*gga whatchu thought
so i can’t trust these n*ggas, these n*ggas they like to talk
you ain’t never been gang n*gga, you ain’t on go
you was havin’ sweet dreams and i was sleepin’ on the flo’

[verse 1]:
then i got big dreams and i started grindin’, i’ma chase ’em
sit back, smoke weed, god might lace ’em
said i’m original baby i keep it gangster
on my way to the top, sh*t i’m next up
workin’ that overtime just to run a check up
yeah, god really blessed me i’m blessеd up
i said these hoes thеy tryna step it, got me messed up
i said these hoes they tryna step, y’all got me messed up

[bridge]:
i had to hop out my feelins
’cause you ain’t do nothing for me
i’m asking god “can you heal me?”
i done seen enough of these streets
i might just want me like 3
sh*t i might just cop me like 4
just gimme the word i’ma go baby
just gimme the word i’ma go baby
yeah, uh, yeah, wha*, wha*
[chorus]:
yeah, so i’m standin tall like a pillar
so i just might need me a drilla
they tryna knock me off n*gga but i can stop sh*t
i gotta make a way for all of my reallas
sh*t was smaller than a dot, n*gga whatchu thought
so i can’t trust these n*ggas, these n*ggas they like to talk
you ain’t never been gang n*gga, you ain’t on go
you was havin’ sweet dreams and i was sleepin’ on the flo’

[verse 2]:
had to hustle fo’ the nights me and my folks ain’t have no dinner
had to talk with god and he told me to find yourself a winner
had a talk with my daddy to and he told me stop sinnin’
i know some n*ggas from ’round the way
nothin’ been hand me, i found a way
that beat they grindin’ like simon say
sn*tchin’ yo b*tch i might confiscate
ain’t talkin’ money don’t conversate
hang from the gutters said i leave them poverty
i’m blowin’ up they say like i’m osama
boy catch these hands i don’t f*ck with them choppas
bro you don’t want me you gon’ meet all my mamas
tell ’em ’bout a bag, i’m ’bout all my commas
gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama
gotta keeps these racks to get to my mama
yeah, ohwoah, ohwoah
[chorus]:
yeah, so i’m standin tall like a pillar
so i just might need me a drilla
they tryna knock me off n*gga but i can stop sh*t
i gotta make a way for all of my reallas
sh*t was smaller than a dot, n*gga whatchu thought
so i can’t trust these n*ggas, these n*ggas they like to talk
you ain’t never been gang n*gga, you ain’t on go
you was havin’ sweet dreams and i was sleepin’ on the flo’

[outro]:
ohwoah, yeah, ohwoah, huh
2crazee (2crazee no, 2crazee no, yeah)

- mo2crazee lyrics

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