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I got way too many lives I done died a hundred times Had to find the other side Now we in a better side Sold a million shows Niggas said I sold my soul When the money call my phone MA nigga, I gotta go The truth is naked, strip it The Mula romantic, I kiss it Dripping wet, I fish it I do it, I don't want no permission I do it, I don't want no permission I do it, I don't want no permission Fuck who I want, i'm pimpping Cash in my pocket, I'm limping I do it, I don't want no permission This is the money in Limpids I call my niggas my siblings I call your niggas my bitches I call runtown sprint- town Me and him run up, drip down I did what you couldn't, you pissed now I tell her diamond go Chris brown Yeah! Woke up, coat up, call em Mazi Going Kamikaze on these mo'fuckers You don't have to like me nigga, I excite me Wish a nigga try me Going extra mile for my fuckin' money I'ma call my boys They gon' bring the noise I'ma make some calls, they gon' open doors It's called power moves And I run this shit Soundgod, Nasty C I admit I'm the one to blame I'm the one I got the city up Fuck some commas up Fuck some commas Now they know what's up Don't know what you thought Don't know what the fuck you thought this was Kicking your door down Like a mission tho Influential, Presidential, everything sha Elé ko bami Olé bami o Them no dey loud, I'm legacy confidential A nigga like me can't never be no coward I'm all about peace and positive till in real life she go down I'm all about money and nyash I fucked her the first hour, I buy her a purse now Then a burst in the mouth, third shower You deserve to smile Permission Soundgod! I got way too many lies I done died a hundred times Had to find the other side Now we on the better side Sold a mil' in shows Niggas said I sold my soul When the money call my phone
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