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good & evil - trace. & mello lyrics

running on, i’m running on
tell these b*tches please stay in your lane, move along
might take a trip across the pond just to flex
f*ck a b*tch, pop a xan, yeah we got a long flight home
say she got a man, but that ring is gone
she my greatest fan, play this song, she’ll sing along
bounce that ass, yeah girl i can see that thong
the boy so cold, so we f*cking with the heater on
they ain’t bout that sh*t that we be on
hop up in the whip, riding slow we creep along
re*up, we got that gas, talking premium
shhhh, keep it down, these are topics we speak briefly on
(unintelligible mumble rap)
that’s what you be sounding like, ain’t that sh*t dumb?
go ahead and grab your squad, i’ll grab this f*cking drum
i ain’t gonna play that sh*t, so listen close
if you f*ck with me i’ll turn you to a f*cking ghost
maybe i just need to just chill
you know that i don’t wanna but if i have to then i f*cking will
see, i’m just tryna make a million b*tch
i’m tryna make my grandchildren rich
i guess we got something in common after all
everyone around me gonna ball until we fall

i ain’t got no time for no hoes
and half the time these b*tches lookin like some “what are those”
but i could still take ya b*tch
and have her wearing all the merch, she say she f*ckin’ with six
and that’s the gang you know who i be reppin’
everything is black like the pistol you’ll see for overstepping
ain’t no cappin’, i keep real like a g
i spend your salary on little things like rolling my trees
and if he hating then i knock them off
talking stupid, broke his jaw
take his b*tches, f*ck them all
and give em back to that pathetic trash
i get who i want, they all loving my poetic ass
i guess that i’m the motherf*ckin’ king
i’m makin big moves
runnin up these bands in my sleep
money is the motive, that’s the mission
if you think that i was joking, then motherf*cker you must be trippin’
i know my music finna blast off
puffin on this potent while i’m watching all this cash fall
i make it rain with the gang
and if you think that you gon’ stop this, i got shooters aiming straight for your brain

- trace mello lyrics

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