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limited edition - ill leet lyrics

[intro]
ill leet, ah

[chorus]
watch ya nose, mind ya business
light a n*gga block up, it ain’t even christmas
ill as f*ck, with the sickness
run the money up, way up, planet fitness
b*tch i keep a rod, like i’m fishing
what’s the point of talking?
y’all don’t ever listen
i’m the one, i’m the son, like a christian
one time only, limited edition

[verse]
all these labels, tryna sign me
ridin’ in a sp*ceship, you’ll never find me
penny*pinchers know they ain’t f*ckin’ with my dime*piece
n*ggas want my spot, too bad, fall in line please
off the dutch man, i be flyin’
i can never trust these ho’s, they be lyin’
i be going black on the opps, they be spyin’
rackin’ up the stacks of the guap till i’m dyin’
i’m the best, they ever seen
stack it up tall, money long, evergreen
chopper got the tunes, and i’ll let her ring
then a n*gga gone, movin’ on, better things
why you count me out? look where you at now
calling me to save you, i ain’t goin’ back down
no one came to save me, look where i’m at now
tampa bay baby, i be reppin’ drak town, ayy

[chorus]
watch ya nose, mind ya business
light a n*gga block up, it ain’t even christmas
ill as f*ck, with the sickness
run the money up, way up, planet fitness
b*tch i keep a rod, like i’m fishing
what’s the point of talking?
y’all don’t ever listen
i’m the one, i’m the son, like a christian
one time only, limited edition

- ill leet lyrics

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