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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
225
Loud and live
Front to back
I'm from the side
Do the race
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
You can't wife a freak
[Verse 2]
Mobile suit my Gundam
How you move your gunner?
I gotta hold my hand right round him
He moved so I shot him
I demand all respect right now
Make me put this mic down
Two of us finna go in, we both know who gonna come out
[Verse 3]
Maybach 23
Rollin' on a bean
Made her drink my minute maid
Take her out in Saint Tropez
I ain't gonna shoot no one today
We run flow no Sharpay
Signed into it with a Sharpie
Let a **** know you my protege
Nineteen, got twenty for a show
Eighteen, got fifty for the load
Seventeen, had zero test scores
Thirteen I had hopped out the porch
I was thuggin' before my mama was buyin' my clothes
You was pussy before me, both with snotty nose
I used to take you for your L and the gang would roast
I'm a real ass ****, we both know
Fuck I'm cappin' for?
[Verse 4]
225
Loud and live
Front to back
I'm from the side
Do the race
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
You can't wife a freak
[Verse 5]
Beat the pot
Beat the pot
Beat the pot
Smash
Gettin' that
Gettin' that
Gettin' that
Bag
Walk through
Walk through
Walk through
Splash
Bless you
Bless you
Too fresh
Dead
Who gonna check me?
Whatever you do ain't finna impress me
Uh, rhinestone cowboy like I'm Presley
Black Clover, do magic
[Verse 6]
I ain't never been one of them ****
Get online and talk all that shit, uh
Ate a bum ho out last night
And the bitch left a crumb on my lip, uh
Green heart, don't feel nothing
I ain't finna wife no ho, not for shit
And the bitch said, "Won't hear what I'm sayin
Not here for the learn so I might wanna kiss you"
Pussy ass **** got a bitty ass chain on
And that lame ass still tryin' to flex
Early mornin', late nights that Nissan
Me and Kie Money took that risk
Look at these scripts of a Sebring
And I never went on another trip
Nell Money had Smithy in a halfway
And he still gave his ass another year (Steady my ****)
[Verse 7]
225
Loud and live
Front to back
I'm from the side
Do the race
Keep up the pace
Take a knee
Still can't wife a freak
[Verse 8]
Beat the pot
Beat the pot
Beat the pot
Smash
Gettin' that
Gettin' that
Gettin' that
Bag
Walk through
Walk through
Walk through
Splash
Bless you
Bless you
Too fresh
Dead
Written by: Richard O'Neil Burrell

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