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bloody shoes - da real gee money lyrics

[intro]
what you wanna do?
yeah, tbg gorilla gang i’m gee money boo, aye
i make money moves
(shout out to cardi man let me hit this b*tch)

[verse 1]
lit n*gga you can’t f*ck wit me i got my papper up
yeah i hear them n*ggas talking sh*t they bet not play wit us
most them n*ggas blew up from br they was fake as f*ck
when i blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
i dont know why he hatting guess he mad bout a b*tch
all yall use to claim tbg, look how you n*ggas switched
how the f*ck you got a bag if you always on my d*ck
i ain’t trippin in that audi b*tch im ballin im the sh*t
came from the street i was stuck up in the trenches
motherf*ck a vette i just wanna get a bently
n*ggas hatting on me they dont wanna see me wit it
sickest in my city i dont got no competition

[verse 2]
pull up i thuggin forreal (thuggin)
did this sh*t without a deal (forreal)
talking sh*t you better chill (chill out)
shooters pull up to yo crib (pow)
i got more cells then a jail (yeah)
hoes be messy as h*ll (baby momma)
i did this sh*t by myself (i did)
nba i think im steph (ballin)
wagon pull up in the hood (uuh)
i dont f*ck ’round with no rentals (never)
on the gram like you gettin money (forreal?)
all of these n*ggas pretenders (they lien)
every day i wake up i be thinking bout a bag
headed to the money got a n*gga going fast
pull up in to {?} house finna get a jag
n*gga tried to k!ll me got to hittin threw the glass
i ain’t get shot his eyes must of been clothes
same n*gga did it n*gga came for his soul
solid till the end never bend never fold
pull up in a benz gettin it in on the road
[outro]
street n*gga
you can’t f*ck wit me if you wanted too
run up on me like you stupid watch how quick you make the news
i ain’t worried bout no n*gga im just doing what i do
ran that bag up in the trenches steppin in some bl**dy shoes

- da real gee money lyrics

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