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Cartier Hendrix - II Hands for Safety (Full EP)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CARTIER HENDRIX
CARTIER HENDRIX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Justin Womack
Christopher Justin Womack
Composer
Stephen Jay Dashiff
Stephen Jay Dashiff
Composer
Edgar Key Jr
Edgar Key Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CARTIER HENDRIX
CARTIER HENDRIX
Mastering Engineer
PunchmeinJay
PunchmeinJay
Producer

Lyrics

Punch me in Jay Scams and schemes they say I'm the realest nigga Shut the fuck up nigga Let's kick this shit (They ain't like me) Let's kick this shit Let's get it Niggas pulling scams and schemes and gimmicks they say I'm the realest I done got used to rap money so I'm back dope dealing You hoe niggas can't fuck with me that's just what it is Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing Still gone put a spread on it shit that's just a niggas nature Four hours with the raw I'm like how far is we gon' take it I got weed in the basement and blow all in the kitchen Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes Ready to risk it worse it get then the more paper It ain't the clientele the snitching coming from the neighbors It's still fuck you pay me (fuck 'em) That money it'll change 'em Better than being broke (so what?) So I can't really blame 'em I'm praying they don't raid us the house fully loaded All the dope fiends know I'm buying everything stolen Oh you a fan don't approach (Don't approach) I need my distance Bad Boy downtown I'm talking way before the Pistons Hey! I'm talking way before the Pistons I'm a young Gordon Ramsey I be in and out the kitchen (Al-Right!) She be talking too damn much and she don't never wanna listen When I wake up every morning getting money is my mission (motherfucking mission) Hey! Bro came back from outta town I made a whole lotta money I could never let 'em down This old airheaded bitch I had to tie her to the ground Picture this I get paid just to make a lot of sounds (Boo, boo,boo, boom) Niggas want to diss but we don't never pay 'em mind Imagine this I lost a stupid bitch like once upon a time My boy addicted pouring drop inside a fucking lemon lime Setup hoes in my city getting rich from dropping dimes Out of line we had to sit 'em down Them boys ain't good up in my hood we had to kick 'em out I keep it tucked cause I don't want to cause no panic Call up Erik when I see the plug cause I don't speak no spanish Niggas pulling scams and schemes and gimmicks they say I'm the realest I done got used to rap money so I'm back dope dealing You hoe niggas can't fuck with me that's just what it is Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing Still gone put a spread on it shit that's just a niggas nature Four hours with the raw I'm like how far is we gon' take it I got weed in the basement and blow all in the kitchen Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing
Writer(s): Christopher Justin Womack, Edgar Key Jr, Stephen Jay Dashiff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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