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evidence - teejayx6 lyrics

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detectives ran in my crib, i had to hide all the evidence
searchin’ online for ssn’s, hopin’ one of these the president
just got a fire–ss bin, i’m feelin’ like this b-tch heaven-sent
usin’ the local wi-fi ’cause i can’t do it at my residence
in the science lab whippin’ up some fake juice usin’ measurements
i’ma get sick if i don’t pour up my medicine
got my n-gga in miami bustin’ checks from a distance
laser in the scope so i can hit you from a distance
doin’ credit card fraud, no illegal distribution
’bout to hit the road, i need to rent a ford fusion
he don’t got designer shoes, he got on some jordan fusions
print a fake id, then dry it off in some aluminum
hit the dash on the srt, i started losin’ ’em
had my b-tch hold all the bank cards ’cause i be losin’ ’em
n-gga said i’m broke, he need to stop with all the foolishness
bought myself a dinner with a piece at ruth chris
he don’t know how to load a bitcoin ’cause he stupid
heard the police ’bout to come and raid my house, i’m ’bout to move quick
got a fake id and i acted like i’m sl1ck rick
i ain’t wanna slide, so i had to put my chip in
n-gga said he wanna go to dinner, ain’t even chip in
i think he too big for them jeans, they started rippin’
in cali with my n-ggas and we out west crippin’
feds raidin’ the spot, oh sh-t, n-gga, i’m dippin’
b-tch was too thick, bro, i couldn’t even flip her
still mad about that case, where the f-ck is george zimmerman?
middle of the summer and this n-gga got on timberlands
tryna get some beats, somebody hook me up with timbaland
been doin’ fraud ten years straight, i’m a veteran
claim how he be gettin’ bank plays, but he the middle man
was nine years old when i first scammed a grown man
i just scammed a n-gga i went to school with in ‘010
thought his pieces was gon’ hit, but the n-gga only loaded ten
cheated back in school, wrote all the answers on my skin
grab a number two pencil and stab you in your skin
i don’t like to pray to god ’cause every day i sin
the ho was lookin’ at my cup before i took a sip
took a real card and duplicated the magnetic strip
just bought an msr, plus it came with the tutorial
i just started shootin’ at a dead person’s memorial
bank play in the burbs, so we gotta act cordial
gotta buy a zip, i don’t get high off a quarter
late, off the drank, i came in the fourth quarter
learned some knowledge off a rich n-gga, that sh-t is important
gotta get a new plug, my last one got deported
i just sold some beans in a bag, they was orange
i just scammed a weird lil’ girl, she’s an orphan
go on the dark web, you can buy a n-gga’s organs
black rich n-gga and he look like tracy morgan
runner brung a few banks to me, bring some more in
made a shank out a toothbrush, then started stabbin’
yesterday, i walked in wal-mart and started grabbin’ stuff
walked up to the clerk like, “can you please add this up?”
popped one of my homies ’cause my money wasn’t addin’ up
he tried to sneak me from the back, got a camera when i’m backin’ up
i just put my chip in the machine and she bagged my items

- teejayx6 lyrics

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