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lirik lagu convo – jc gwop

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(hook)

you ain’t talking money
we are not having a convo
i grew up down witnessing pounds keep a nine call me rondo
intercept a n-gg- b-tch
make her pay me like a car note
i was living in the bricks
now i lounge in a condo
you ain’t talkin money
we are not having a convo (repeat3x)

(verse 1)

when i’m shopping i don’t look at tags
you n-gg-s keep the receipt in bags
i’m smoking on jet fuel
one puff now i’m coughing and breathing bad
i’m really living what i hear them rap
f-ck a b-tch i just need a bag
i sleep with a burner on my f-cking chest
you can call that sh-t a heating pad
you never been in a rari
you never been in a double r
first pack got fronted
i already knew i was running off
i had to look for a bowl
money long i had to get it and go
i probably hit her and go
my wrist looking like a milly in gold
all i ever hear is talk
gotta talk you ain’t walking the walk
he just be talking to talk
where i’m at
probably up over north
i only want her for the top
from the bottom now i live at the too
mother f-ck ever cop
money won’t never drop
hit it once i’m addicted
to the money i’m committed
marriage
i ain’t never been -ssisted
lil n-gg-s got it twisted
i’m in the d like a piston
smoking on a bunch of kingston
jamaican weed i’m in england
b-tch i’m on and i mean it
but either way

(hook)

you ain’t talking money
we are not having a convo
i grew up down witnessing pounds
keep a nine call me rondo
intercept a n-gg- b-tch
make her pay me like a car note
i was living in the bricks
now i lounge in a car note
you ain’t talking money
we are not having a convo (repeat 3x)

(verse 2)

f-ck all the cops
12
i’m bout to cop a bell
i ball like copperfield
these n-gg-s are not that real
you got in a lot of jams
and you had a lot to telll
i’m hoping you rot in h-ll
i knew when unc got the pot to smell
it’s gone be a lot of money
it’s gone be a lot of b-tches
itd gone be a lot of n-gg-s
tryna trick me out of my position
examine her body
physician
i want the pay
commission
i lay her down
submission
all this smoke b-tch i’m like a magician
i had to go for the money
i had to go for the big dollars
give me that brain she a scholar
she call me daddy i ain’t her father
i was down now i’m living proper
hand me downs now i live in prada
i’m smoking on bomb weed
that osama i ain’t really with the drama
my n-gg-s pull up with llamas
i don’t sleep i don’t need pajamas
baby girl i need the commas
i don’t smoke lean in my fanta
and your b-tch my sponsor
she got me fixed up like a doctor
the hoof turned me to a monster
you are my son
foster

(hook)

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