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shake & bake - rome streetz lyrics

[verse 1:]
ay, only thing a n*gga chasin’ is a bankroll, other sh*t irrelevant need a fast car with a limo tint garage on some jay leno sh*t
a blind b*tch could see the god in me
needed all the g’s, i ain’t settlin’
cocaine had to sell a bit f*ck the world, i ain’t celibate
gram for gram, had to sell a brick
nah, n*gga, i ain’t got no wholesale from the scale
straight to your nose my bread rolls
always had holes in my coattail we’re sellin’ stones out the motel
sh*t got hot, had to switch the lane we in a different game
now i take first*class flights on foreign planes
fendi to the floor, but i wore orangе gel jumped super far
i didn’t tunе ask new couture a thousand dollar shoes
steppin’ through new york, i’m like jimmy jump with the truck jewels
had to buy my own pocket full of cash
livin’ fast, flexin’, got a big bag off the gift of gab
now we activated watch me pose the pretty hoes infatuated
it’s the life i chose, congratulated we never ever goin’ back to basic
the amg, a black*on*black sp*ceship got it all off of the pavement
now i’m paid, b*tch, your favorite the one who got all of the flavors
no favors i need all of mine, all the time, not takin’ nothin’ less
my whole life been a conquest god bless, you n*ggas, no contest what’s with playin’ cards with the cons?
now the dawn’s in milan, that’s a con flex
got the world in my palm, gettin’ what i want
really ain’t a long stretch, n*gga
[refrain:]
do or die, i had to make a play daydreamin’ bout a 1008
took a couple grams, did a shake and bake
out the mud, i had to elevate where it’s no love, just h*lla hate praise god to the paper straight for a card with a paper plate how i did it, let me demonstrate

[verse 2:]
went from pullin’ all nighters in the spot juggin’ now we laid on the big stage
went from grams, now it costs 50 grand to sign my name on a page
booked and paid, still stuck in my crooked ways
f*ck, you paid me like a hooker say
they hide the knowledge in a book, stupid n*ggas look away
i took a page to get some understandin’ livin’ underhanded in a slum of bandits
kept a.44 on some son of sam sh*t
tryna come up on a sandwich drug and scam is the language
we either paid or broke, stuck in anguish
i need a porsche or a aston vanquish
i had a dark past, now i’m famous
my best friends died, went to jail i seen n*ggas fail, livin’ dangerous
livin’ day to day, dopin’ yay the way i made a way, i still wouldn’t change sh*t
went from hand to hands, now i’m in amsterdam in the cafe, smokin’ hazes
on the cash, chase all praises to the most high, look at all that he gave us
better save up, have a stash d’s at my door, i couldn’t flush it fast came up, then i fell now we on the road to gold, no brakes or gas f*ck n*ggas, get no pass straight drop, n*gga, all glass
that’s why my cutties all call back i caught a case, i had to fall back
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