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Hurricane
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First Day Out the Feds
Lasik B-B-B-B-Beats
Oh Lord, oh Lord I'm dripped in sauce Up goes the Lamb' doors I'm paid in full Fresh home, I'm still winning They ask me how a nigga feelin' I'm too blessed to be stressed I got the sauce and it's spilling
First day out the feds Thought my life was gonna end They tried to slap me with a M So I thanked the Lord, amen Money marchin' in my cell Praying asking for bail Giuseppe stepping out of court Aaaa money marchin' through the door (aaaa) They locked me up, didn't complain Praise the lord buss the case I touch the road and I prayed And I got my jewels out the safe Hallelujah, amen They let me out the cages Dabbing on them like the Migos Fans hayling me on free flow I'm still cashing out this paper I stay dabbing on a hater If it don't break ya, It will make ya I still real can't mix with the faker I'm riding round uptown I'm riding round with the roof missing Dripped in balmain In thousand year on the waxed denim Back to balmain and loubs In the rave chilling with no roof Check the pudding, there's the proof £R, we're the truth They don't understand the pain We dropped the top in the rain MMF on my chain It's £R in my veins Watch me go super saiyan Goku, she eat the dick up like tofu Riding around in my side of town Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When I'm in the bits, I got it local I got a baddie called Barbara She plugged up like a charger Half a box in her car front So I dripped her in Prada And they through me in the marsh I put that shit in the past And I'm free of all charges Now the all way is up Bust case no bail Swaggered off no cell Had me all up in the papers No comment, no statements Dress code: so fly, get money, live life My niggas from the 6: it's £R till I die Dress good, live lavish, India, speaking spanish £r everyone is rich, don't compare me to the average
Oh Lord, oh Lord I'm dripped in sauce Up goes the Lamb' doors I'm paid in full Fresh home, I'm still winning They ask me how a nigga feelin' I'm too blessed to be stressed I got the sauce and it's spilling
I sat in court with my bible Feeling tense through trail All of my niggas are loyal £R were the royals Did the bid, didn't moan The sauce man soon home Do I look fresh home? Duffel bag full of dough My team so trill they know When I touched the road, the net froze £R Everything Relevant, Hurricane back to the throne Free my bros, free my bros They need to let Lo Lo home We ain't playing, blow to blow
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