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I been creepin' late night through the city I done promised mom a couple million Summer is done; done got kinda chilly They done turned they back on me them boys so silly Ten thousand count the by hand i'm feelin' it This was all part of the plan I'm killin' it Flip it then flip it again; get rid of it I think I need me a cleanse; go celibate If you got problems with me then come talk to me I truly don't get what you spellin' at Everything start with a C and end with a P That's family ain't nobody touchin' that Internet poppers they think they show stoppers but they going ghost when I tell them the fee Seen a whole lotta these niggas in clubs they dappin' me up; they fakin' the beef Look inside my body only venom No blood here I'm not of here aye No wonder these niggas keep staring aye Pistol tucked I'm not fearing aye In the city of Columbus they don't fuck with anyone Unless you give em one Dollar bills or sumn I really gotta let it be told A lotta these niggas ain't really ten toes No loyalty Niggas don't live by the code Don't play with me i'm out my head yeah i'm gone Let's really see who really got it who don't Let's really see who really poppin' the most They take me off shows they doin' the most I guess it's a popular vote Eat out at benihana celebrate all of my wins with a toast They must just not fuck with me now More money more enemies now More money more problems I peep they been jackin' the style I been creepin' late night through the city I done promised mom a couple million Summer is done; done got kinda chilly They done turned they back on me them boys so silly Ten thousand count the by hand i'm feelin' it This was all part of the plan I'm killin' it Flip it then flip it again; get rid of it I think I need me a cleanse; go celibate If you got problems with me then come talk to me I truly don't get what you spellin' at Everything start with a C and end with a P That's family ain't nobody touchin' that Lemons on body on fire I won't tell a lie we done got you hip to the guys Couldn't be us if you tried for my clique I die I see that you choosin' that side Me i'm gonna do me while puttin' on we You know what I mean Used to post up at the 3C corner store That was before all the cheese Ain't come from a lot but I made me a lot Shit ain't always what it seems If you makin' it hot then we call you a cop Oh no no can't be around me I cannot cap I love bein' alone That money turned me to a fiend I cannot cap it's go big or go home It feel like 2016
Writer(s): Konnor Dorsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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