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free big cheen - atm krown lyrics

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[intro]
(d*mn, james, you tweakin’ on this beat)
woo
ayy
look

[verse 1]
man, i ain’t got no problem gettin’ it, it’s hard to keep it
yeah, money come and go, it ain’t no motherf*ckin’ secret
if i catch a case, i do the michael, i’ma beat it
lil’ baby bad as f*ck and i still tell her she conceited
how the f*ck is you gettin’ this chicken, you ain’t eatin’?
i dropped a mansion in the ghetto with them demons
boy, that’s a v6, that ain’t no motherf*ckin’ demon
and you finna end up sleepin’ pourin’ green, that ain’t leanin’
i ain’t finna lie, i used to sip it but i stopped that
we did it in the paint and ain’t no motherf*ckin’ contract
tryna post up in my section, catch a contact
big chop, keep a clutch stick just for combat
free big cheen, what’s smoke? y’all don’t want that
just know everything be good ’til it’s all bad
used to post up at the store gettin’ all bags
used to steal out of the mall rippin’ off tags

[chorus]
i had to get into my bag and get out the box
i had to get on dog ass and spin ’round the block
i had to get on my job ’cause i’m ’bout the guap
better get some money while you can, i ain’t ’bout to stop, uh
nah, i ain’t ’bout to stop
i’ma get it and keep gettin’ it ’til i got a lot
yeah, on my mama i ain’t ’bout to stop
dog wasn’t mindin’ his own business and it got him shot
[verse 2]
like, call the paramedic
he gon’ need a surgeon and some motherf*ckin’ anesthetics
you lookin’ like 12 or like akademiks
i could get you shot for a ticket like k free addicts
yeah, but keep it hush hush
how the f*ck we beefin’? you sold everybody but us
i be at the crib all day slappin’ like the lunch rush
remember i ain’t even have ten cents, you can’t stunt stuff
yeah, could lose it in the moment
brodie be on some whole other sh*t so chill when you approach him
’cause if he ain’t had that bag, you know you’d ghost him
if he die today, you probably wouldn’t even post him
yeah, f*ck my opps
i’ma smoke ’em, i might put ’em in this blunt off a totem
my word is the law, i don’t care ’bout what they told him
off these mollys, i be rollin’, i be tweakin’, can’t control it, look

[chorus]
i had to get into my bag and get out the box
i had to get on dog ass and spin ’round the block
i had to get on my job ’cause i’m ’bout the guap
better get some money while you can, i ain’t ’bout to stop, uh
nah, i ain’t ’bout to stop
i’ma get it and keep gettin’ it ’til i got a lot
yeah, on my mama i ain’t ’bout to stop
dog wasn’t minding his own business and it got him shot
pew pew, pew pew, dumbass, look
pew pew, pew pew with your dumbass
should’ve minded your own business with your dumbass
that’s why you just got hitted with your dumbass
baow baow, chow down on your dumbass
man down, man down with his dumbass

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