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harlem globe trotters - pierce elliott lyrics

(intro)

this that harlem globe trotter…nba street volume 2 shit man this the commute..yeaa

(verse 1)
i got game for these niggas they madden/
they know what it is when i step down madison/
hoes peep a nigga snap chatting and adding em/
i just met shorty low-key off addison/
these niggas they mad at him/
like sprite replay/
i might meat ye long awaited like sweepstakes/
f-ck what he say, imma run it like relay/
gave shorty the pipe dog you can say that its delayed/
this my d-mn shit, can’t stop it like d-mn shit!/
bpg boyz keep coming with d-mn hits/
i know you ain’t wit it man as soon as the fan hits/
thats why i got them hittas with me boy with the d-mn shits/
you can throw shots all day with no damage/
or you can try to boot my d-mn car but i manage/
imma get green f-ckboy i like cabbage/
i’m true to the core imma show you a savage/
imma superstar if you thinking i’m average/
you niggas ain’t mad rich, you ain’t got cl-sses/
and you ain’t on that shit/you ain’t on that trip/
ain’t i dont pop xans shorty miss me with that trip/
this that dusse, who cares what dude say/
this that empty money out the vault or the suit case/
bout that souffle/
ain’t trippin bout who hate/
train running 20 minutes late now dude lateeeee/

hey!

(chorus)

i’m running late to the money, late to the money, money (2x)

lil nigga thats why i never fake i’m a tub i’m keep the shit a hunnid
thats why i never fake imma tub imma

(verse 2)

i’m posted in oglisvie/
got god over me/
real niggas is close to me/
so what is you showing me?/
i’m dodging hoes, i’m feeling like i’m professor oglvie/
you niggas ain’t f-ckin with the god thats on the g/
i think about the times that i paid/
karma truly is a b-tch but what a life that i made/
i got memories i think about thats often in vain/
because honestly the way that some shit happen is great/
i mean its kinda my fate, i mean its kinda ok/
i mean yo rhymes are ok/see thats ya bar for today/
man its people that ain’t eat they need a arm and leg/
i put this city on my back like you riding the pegs/
i gotta couple chicks waiting on me/
i done kept it way too real nobody hating on me/
a nigga heart is ice cold a couple skated on me/
but i ain’t worried bout them lames lets make a play they phony/

yea..

(outro)
run to the money, money ..uh
i’m running late to the money , run to the money, money

yea

i’m running late to the money (2x)

- pierce elliott lyrics

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