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hannah's regret - netmeister999 lyrics

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[intro]
grrr, grrr (zupehr, stop)
yah, yah
ahhh

[chorus]
we ain’t running out of money we ain’t running out of dough
on that block, yeah yeah yeah, i was selling dope
i was serving that white for the nose
now i’m rockin all white like the pope
dezzy wezzy he my slime, you know
not a snitch, i’ll serve that time, you know
got a few m’s, like a slope
when i clutch that pole, it’s gon’ be a lotta smoke

[verse]
smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, i’m not your bro
elliot my chain, that’s how it go
they ain’t got no proof i did it, now the case closed
but i did it(shhh) don’t tell the po*po
in a hummer b*tch i’m balling like juwanna mann
took her to the green room, but she wasn’t even a fan
when i got that pipe on me, i light you like a lamp
i just pulled and, brrr, no need to camp
feel like john d, i walk out the bank with the bag
when i clutch on that arp, it make em do some laps
when i’m getting all that money, yeah the bank gon f*cking crash
you think it’s funny, let’s see who gets the last laugh(hahahaha)
yeah yeah yeah yeah, let’s go, okay
everyone riding my d*ck i call em g*y
choppa gon eat you up, i put you on a plate
my b*tch like juliet, i’m like romeo, but this not a play
f*ck with tcg, lil b*tch, you gon die today
i got green bands, and blue diamonds, every single day
they tryna lock us up, tryna put us in the cage
but we escaped, yeah we escaped
yeah we fled, we got out that place
we got out of there, b*tch i am not scared
meet me in my lair, yeah lil b*tch, don’t f*ck with a player
i’m stacking them bands, you stacking them chairs
the choppa gon hit you, just like a snare
i feel like x, b*tch i’m rare, top of the city, i feel like the mayor
i’m gon pull up, with no care, i’m gon pull up, with no care (zupehr, stop)
i’m gon pull up, with no care, i’m gon pull up, with no care, yeah
with that bl!cky it gon send em to the air, cholo mode
[chorus]
we ain’t running out of money we ain’t running out of dough
on that block, yeah yeah yeah, i was selling dope
i was serving that white for the nose
now i’m rockin all white like the pope
dezzy wezzy he my slime, you know
not a snitch, i’ll serve that time, you know
got a few m’s, like a slope
when i clutch that pole, it’s gon’ be a lotta smoke

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