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Dee4
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Dee4
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Hello, this is a prepaid debit call from
Leek
Fon
I'm telling you
Hey Leek, I got you on, I'm in the stu, but right here say something with the joke real quick
We see this first quarter tight time
Hey man, I know what the fuck going on
They pay the shit, they be on real
Hey man, we're crazy
We're the guys long, little face
Look, growing up since the youngin'
I learned from the best
Never play about my money
Never play about my respect
I ain't gotta eat off the next **** plate, I get my own check
I'm in the trap thumbin' through money, this shit feel the best
I'm the one who hit the road and brought them both back to the jet
Could've been locked my **** solid, they got my respect
I send that money every day, I know them calls collect
I'm missing baby brush I cried when we laid you the rest
****, and that's just real shit
Them **** ain't making no money but I make the diss
Them **** run they paper up, just a trick on the bitch
I'm the type to run my paper up and **** go legit
It's time to find another plug, it's time to take a trip
(I'm telling you, I'll be right back, you know what I mean, just give me about four to six hours, you feel me. You know how them bitches back on the road, ready to flood the streets)
Look, I was down bad on my ass, I had to take a rinse
I was down bad on my ass, I never called it quits
And ain't gonna stop running it up until we all rich
I'm OT in the B&B with bad hoes and they all thick
First quarter in the travel bags It time to get them off
I took that trip so many times It time to change the route
I hit that trap out west and then it straight back to the south
And Imma keep on running this shit up I need a larger mouth
**** say they on 90 day runs, I'm on 365
I'm in the trap 24 hours ain't no 9 to 5
I hit that road and brought them boys back on 995
A lot of **** ain't doing the shit I do man, I'm one of a kind
I'm in the trap all day like a **** working
**** working 9 to 5, it's 6 o'clock, I'm still surfing
**** scared to hit the trap think them boys nervous
I gotta watch the way I move, I heard them people lurking
I gotta watch the way I move, I heard these **** tipping
Keep this shit a hundred whole time you playing me 50
You supposed to be my mans, I want you ball with me
Since a youngin' Pots told me the game
Now how to go and get it
Growing up since a youngin'
I learned from the best
Never play about my money
Never play about my respect
Ain't gotta eat off the next **** plate, I get my own check
I'm in the trap thumbin' through money, this shit feel the best
I'm the one who hit the road and brought them both back to the Jets
Could've been locked my **** solid, they got my respect
I send that money every day, I know them calls collect
I'm missing baby brush, I cry when we laid you the rest
(That's just real shit, you feel me)
Written by: Dee4
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