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precision - since99 lyrics

precision lyrics
[intro]
and it’s all thanks to you

[chorus]
i ain’t really wanna talk, but it’s ’bout money (b*tthead)
how you doin’ stand*up but you not funny? (how?)
you mans f*cked up in the crib bumpin’ bad bunny (f*cked up)
and that isn’t a diss, but i ain’t ever listen (nope)
i had to go to the side and take a different mission (side)
the money stay on my mind, i know i’m so persistent
he threw a couple of hands and now he sonny liston (wow)
you made a couple of bands and you now got the vision? (phew, phew)
i swear to god, he better not go make a dumb decision (swear to god)
we ’boutta pull up from deep, the shooter got precision (pew*pew)
if you wanna get up in the stash just ask permission (just ask)

[verse]
p*ssy, intriguing
i ain’t even steppin’ out
i just went and made a hit quick, mike trout
and after i’m done, i’m smokin’ gas up on the couch
i done went through tribulations, but i ain’t ever pout
go and get a estimation, we tryna sell a house
he said he want a co*sign but i don’t wanna vouch
i got two hitmen up in a lobby walkin’ out, just kidding
white plug overseas, tom fleming
shout out to nas, we did that sh*t from the beginning
i hit up on a parlay, i’m ’boutta get my winnings
a fan in the comments, he said he wanna see me pin him (okay)
how flattering, fresh salmon on me, i be battering
five*course meal for my chattering (five*course)
he fallin’ off a cliff, now he splattering
every single record that i face, i be shattering (b*tch)
[chorus]
i ain’t really wanna talk, but it’s ’bout money (yeah)
how you doin’ stand*up but you not funny? (yes sir)
you mans f*cked up in the crib bumpin’ bad bunny (f*cked up)
and that isn’t a diss, but i ain’t ever listen (why?)
i had to go to the side and take a different mission (side)
the money stay on my mind, i know i’m so persistent (mind)
he threw a couple of hands and now he sonny liston
you made a couple of bands and you now got the vision? (what?)
i swear to god, he better not go make a dumb decision (swear to god)
we ’boutta pull up from deep, the shooter got precision (pew)

- since99 lyrics

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