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non factor - rome streetz lyrics

[intro: rome streetz]
yeah, pay me mine motherf*cker
listen, i need my…
you know what the f*ck i need (yeah, yeah.. yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, look)
the socket to my motherf*ckin* (check this out)
to my mother* (look)

[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo
had warrants for my apprehension (uh huh)
hate from corny ass n*ggas that rap in my mentions (f*ck y’all n*ggas)
austrian gats with extensions, small cracks per ten cents
big boulder for a hundred stash it in a benz van (yeah)
cartier glasses rimless, l*st for the cash endless
rap with a vengeance, new smack for your syringes (ah)
’cause in the end you n*ggas is all trash to begin with (n*ggas trash)
i’m gods favorite even do amazing when i wing it
i needs my pockets socked too and my ring kissed (sock it to my pocket)
was on the highway to h*ll now this the road to new riches
got it lit, they love my steelo’ like them 702 b*tches
no you can’t f*ck with who this is (nah), i’m a rare breed
remix the blow in the blender then compress it to a square piece
in jail i had the banger hidden in the hair grease (i did)
murder music, every time you hear streetz i’m godly
going stupid hard ’till its ferrari on the car key
took all of your fiends, i hit ’em offer the large piece (haha)
green bape camouflage hoodie with the shark t**th
i need marielle to draw me, smoking holding a forty
it’s lord streetz, pistol whip your jaw, you need false t**th (run)
been a heart*throb making all of the pretty broads queef
peeling off in porsche jeeps (skrrrt)
my auras more dior crime connoisseur, broke wh0res can’t afford me (nuh uh)
she tryna’ orgy and suck me off for a tour tee
kick your sh*t in, f*ck a door key, i move raw like i’m corky
on a cold new york street (haha)
[chorus: rome streetz]
i need my money on the first and every time after (after)
cross the line and my slime clap ya’ (bow, bow)
hustling n*gga that just happened to be a rapper
you other n*ggas is a non factor (you n*ggas washed)
i need my money on the first and every time after (uh huh)
cross the line and my slime clap ya’ (boom, boom)
hustling n*gga that just happened to be a rapper
you other n*ggas is a non factor

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo
hold up, the tec fold up (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
m*16 out the rose truck
closest thing to perfection, 24 karat gold lexus
my neck got necklace on top of necklace
you reach; it’s a deathwish, i’ll leave your chest swissed
german suplexes, hundred pounds i did two sets
i’m too blessed, you talk more and do less
i talk less and rule the turf, peace to my earth
we ride around in fiend rentals every first
thirty rocks got me an infinit* j*30
“woot” to my n*gga jay worthy (woot)
james banging at my place early (ah)
pistol whipped the f*ck*n*gga knocked out his pearlies
cops chase us down belly, jumped out on shirley
fiends draggin’ by my ankle saying “west, serve me”
[chorus: rome streetz]
i need my money on the first and every time after (after)
cross the line and my slime clap ya’ (bow, bow)
hustling n*gga that just happened to be a rapper
you other n*ggas is a non factor (you n*ggas washed)
i need my money on the first and every time after (uh huh)
cross the line and my slime clap ya’ (boom, boom)
hustling n*gga that just happened to be a rapper
you other n*ggas is a non factor (you n*ggas trash)

- rome streetz lyrics

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