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I'll Cure
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Andres Pedroza
Andres Pedroza
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Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Fuck a bitch Endless she want it too My niggas down to play Like dice they're down to shoot But watch out for snakes No way Time to switch the play Mix it up like Lemonade Ride the wave Ride the lighting No piggy backs cuz the weight becomes trifling They say that's cold So high I feel I'm icy They want to fly but don't like what the price be Ugh Material Make it flip Mysterio How you do that? Subliminal Why you risk it? Cuz I'm criminal Ain't no gain being lame Too crowed in that lane I'm in the frame You just keep on looking We are not the same Blinky my brain Feel like Kurt on cain My headbang like cobain Hard in the paint All I see is red That's what demon said Then I get to green With my billy jean Make her sing She don't want a ring She just want to shine Like bling bling Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot This blood thicker I don't move with anyone that I've have not done dirt with That's why I don't fuck with ya Gimme the loot Gimme the bag Gimme the cream If you don't move Could be your ass You can get broke I'll get locked up before my cash get low No parole chains on my wrist gold Shit get sold money flip like toad You ain't getting nothing until they tap your phone They ain't hearing nothing cuz the face time button All they hear is chirp chirp Getting to the work work When I move around I juke I hit em with the curve They're tryna get all I've earned Zoom I'm tryna shoot for the moon Like really What could I lose Surrounding I'm tryna improve In everything that I do Idk if we get a second chance They say life's a bitch I maker her dance I got shy girls around me shaking ass I got good at summoning dead presidents My circle tight I don't fuck around like I'm celibate Keep my head down low key Feet planted on the street like I'm wearing cleats In the field like NFL say fuck a shield and do a deal Make a meal then pop a seal I'm celebrating art and skill Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Loot Loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot Gimme the loot
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