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Pell Mell
Pell Mell
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Robert Beerman
Robert Beerman
Composer
Steve Fisk
Steve Fisk
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Gregory Freeman
Gregory Freeman
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David Spalding
David Spalding
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Pell Mell
Pell Mell
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They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it Pussy nigga, we made it Pussy nigga, we made it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it They thought I wouldn't make it Thought I wouldn't make it Pussy nigga, we made it Pussy nigga, we made it The Audi, Bugatti, Ferrari, the Masi The Bentley, the Fisker, the Jag, the Rover With a bad bitch like Hova My wrist it be spinning and spinning like it got a motor Fifty bricks in the Toyota, trapping off the motorola! Through this same time, it was last year Migo gang still with the top, Migo gang Niggas wasn't fucking with me Now they wanna fuck with me Cause they see on tv in that Versace I know that they hate it, I know that they hate it I know that they praying we won't make it Momma told me, "Son, you gon be the greatest And you know that you gon always have haters." 16 stuffing zips in my windbreaker Hanging with the OGs and the killers Then that windbreaker turned to a chinchilla No limit money nigga like I signed with Percy Miller Whipping it, whipping that Hitler then hop in that Fisker It was all a dream like Biggy Grind hard, committed, Migo gang lieutenant Lost a lot, now we winning From the Hondas to Bentleys First of all I wanna say ... fuck the feds Wanna see a nigga locked up or dead Straight up out the county, straight to the fortune Remember back in the day broke on the porches Smokin gas, sipping mud, driving in them Porsches Now we traveling the world like a fucking orbit Thousand dollars pair Giuseppes, no more rocking Jordans Fully loaded Rolex for my son, Jordan Now he looking up to daddy like my daddy important Rolls Royce or the Maybach, that's boss choices Kick this shit like I'm Chuck "Offset" Norris Rasputia my pockets they fat, don't mistake me for Norbit WHOA! Ever since day 1, had to juug some Momma told me, 'better not run into these houses son" What you mean ma? We gotta keep the lights on She said, "Quavo you might run into the wrong one" It was 2 years ago, it feel like it was yesterday Task force around my house looking for a case Turning on the channel news then I see my face Turn myself in cause I know my lawyerbeat the case
Writer(s): Greg Freeman, Steve Fisk, David Spalding, Robert Beerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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