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gotta have ft. mo g & c-mo - sammy cain lyrics

“[chorus sammy cain]
i live the life these n****** dream of lights camera action (flash)
money is my sickness *cough* *cough*and i got it (bad)
addicted to that pretty brown no waste gang a (ass)
big bottles good gas that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
just the s*** i gotta have? just the s*** i gotta (have)
i want it all the whole bag that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
presidential upper class that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
we ball till we fall drink till we (faint) smoke till we choke and we ain’t never going (broke)

[verse 1: sammy cain]
wrist game all that whip game all that brick game score that if you ain’t balling fall back, chain hang all that 26’s sit flat, see how high the money stack if you ain’t bothering fall back, rolling up that presidential chilling were your broad at, want smoke get smoke got barrels big as ball bats, chances slim pockets fat street life all fact, for the low you find this in the hood where we off that, work what we call that hustle get it all back, blow a sack with a yellow with that juicy like doja cat, fetish for the brown skin where my kelly rowland’s at, hood smoke blunts shoot hen and can hold a strap, for that cash money bet that ass do the nola clap, but she down to ride every time got a soldiers back

[verse 2: mo g]

when i enter the room i know them haters going to hate running jedi mind tricks so i know what they think, this the year that i came back the real resurrection dressing suits and them ties like i won an election, i know you’re playing the win but we done already won double x’s on your head like a sign at exxon, i know you think that you’re ready but i swear that you ain’t you try to run with the pack you gonna pass out and faint, i love the life that i live but i ain’t wake up like this i used to be like them youngsters and where my pants like a crip, i pay the cost to be bossy you won’t ever out talk me you a crawfish eating n***** dining faking tilapia, we exclusive you want to be a part of the team then wake your broke ass up from that american dream n*****

[chorus sammy cain]
i live the life these n****** dream of lights camera action (flash)
money is my sickness *cough* *cough*and i got it (bad)
addicted to that pretty brown no waste gang a (ass)
big bottles good gas that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
just the s*** i gotta have? just the s*** i gotta (have)
i want it all the whole bag that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
presidential upper class that’s just the s*** i gotta (have)
we ball till we fall drink till we (faint) smoke till we choke and we ain’t never going (broke)
[verse 3: c*mo]
i hear these haters talking bad like i fell off i think these m************ mad cuz i’m well off, i ain’t got nothing for you b**** ass n****** to tell on if you ain’t rocking with my city get the h*ll on, cruising around the block with my finger out the window rolling by the po po asking what it’s hitting for, ain’t no truth they lie to you believe in all you run into can’t conceive this ain’t believe i make my dreams and see it through, they say we are inferior i feel i am a miracle living in the physical bloodline being imperial, how you react when no one got your back and these haters running wild on full blown attack, knowledge to grab a strap be ready to blast back probably eating on his cookies paranoid off from the yak like what

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- sammy cain lyrics

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