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Lilton T Crider
Lilton T Crider
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BearMakeHits
BearMakeHits
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Hate in my soul and my spirit I had to get rid of it Started with me and a pyramid Ain't spending shit on a bitch I ain't stick I took a Xan to feel and forget Turning your back on your family makes you a bitch Robbing your partner don't make him a lick Earned every dollar, she's spending on glamour and glitz Wish you could see what she do with a stick Glam and Glitz (Yeah-yeah) I broke bands for this You'd never understand how it feels Being this real in the life I live Down to my last That shit had me down on my luck But I'm hustling something's gotta give Get me a bag in a bag Sit back in the back of the Bach Can't be that surreal Lot of shit happened 2017 I was like waist-deep in these streets It was like every day a new scheme Peso came back from OT Bitch tried to throw my name in a murder Somehow the Hills came up on a burner And they ain't wanna let me see my attorney When I ain't have nothing to do with it RyRy gon' know what to do with it 10K gon' know what to do with it LJ gon' know what to do with it Buckets gon' know what to do with it too But we ain't have nothing to do with it Found a hustle did it like it was nothing Cut the grass and saw who kept it one hundred Ten toes with my brothers of struggle I used to let Xans take me way too under Hate in my soul and my spirit I had to get rid of it Started with me and a pyramid Ain't spending shit on a bitch I ain't stick I took a Xan to feel and forget Turning your back on your family makes you a bitch Robbing your partner don't make him a lick Earned every dollar, she's spending on glamour and glitz Wish you could see what she do with a stick Glam and Glitz (Yeah-yeah) I broke bands for this You'd never understand how it feels Being this real in the life I live Down to my last That shit had me down on my luck But I'm hustling something's gotta give Get me a bag in a bag Sit back in the back of the Bach Can't be that surreal I'm getting sick and tired of no pay I'd have the city going up for days I'd make the city create a parade the shorties could raid And know it was gang Pay me in hundreds I don't want change Look at me same day a double A Rocking the same fit another day Fuck it I'll change when I make a play I just want money I'm used to the foreign cars I get a vibe from them bucks No don't none of my killers give a fuck They on point if he dare to try his luck I can't let her audition 'cause she ain't cut Claiming she don't want shit but to play the role It's a major comeback when I take a blow And whatever we come with it ain't for show Hate in my soul and my spirit I had to get rid of it Started with me and a pyramid Ain't spending shit on a bitch I ain't stick I took a Xan to feel and forget Turning your back on your family makes you a bitch Robbing your partner don't make him a lick Earned every dollar, she's spending on glamour and glitz Wish you could see what she do with a stick Glam and Glitz (Yeah-yeah) I broke bands for this You'd never understand how it feels Being this real in the life I live Down to my last That shit had me down on my luck But I'm hustling something's gotta give Get me a bag in a bag Sit back in the back of the Bach Can't be that surreal
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