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you betta know it - rome streetz lyrics

[verse: rome streetz]
uh, check
fast money off of bags that i passed junkies
pull your b*tch and i smash she a crash dummy
your racks bummy, i stay fly in the finest
keep tools move in silence where it’s wild violence
stay wise try to find solace
lil’ n*ggas lose hope cause they folks smoke coke then solid
it’s f*cked but i’m still out for profit
love the dough like chris wallace
flip posture, drug flip scholar, trick nada
make em’ sniff out of crisp dollars
’till they freeze up, keep freaks on they knees suckin’ my seed up
im re’d*up by the bodega started with small weight came up now my dough flow major
n0body gave me sh*t b*tch i’m doing no favors
semi*auto with the lasers, blast turn ya face to mashed potatoes
blow the cartridge like the old sega
if you owe paper, roll shakers
life’s a dice game, my minds enticed by a vice you want stripes, a million dollars or and iced chain
or all three been raw since n*ggas wore tore tees
n0body f*ckin’ with the lord streetz
(n0body)

- rome streetz lyrics

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