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final 4 - wrld tour mafia lyrics

[intro]
(crackhouse)
yeah, crackhouse, what up, n*gga? wrld tour the mob, n*gga

[verse 1]
i’m off so many drugs, i can’t even think straight
b*tch, hit the road for me, that’s like a free sweepstakes
remember days ain’t have a plate and every day can’t eat steak
told that b*tch count up this dog sh*t, she instantly faint
that b*tch a goofy, what’s the price i’m paying for that coochie?
dub in my ksubis, drunk my cup too fast, i’m in here woozy
lately i’ve been at the trap feeling like f*ck some music
but my fans told me to rap, i guess i gotta do it
i can hit you with a bag, my n*gga, can you move it?
still get the highs for a gram out in chattanooga
the way a n*gga buy up drip, they think i got a booster
they ask how rizzy never talk? that’s ’cause that boy’ll shoot ya
tattoo them boys gon’ act a fool in this b*tch like luda
check just cleared for a thirty, i’m like hallelujah
i’m the one, that’s a fact, don’t believe the rumors
five hundred billion, that’s a ticket, feel like [?]
i’ve been stayin’ low and stackin’ chips, i don’t never ask for sh*t
i get mad and start packin’ sh*t, lil’ n*gga, don’t lack again
lame*ass n*ggas keep cliquing up, sh*t, that’s cool, get a package deal
sh*t i rock be rare as f*ck, might as well not even ask again
now we tour in real life, f*ck all this rapping sh*t
nah, i still get it off the road, i ain’t even gotta rap again
i was gift*card trafficking, turnin’ rackies in, goin’ back again
you gon’ beat her ass, every time you do, she let me slam again
i don’t never cap, but paid a stack for chrome heart hats and sh*t
[verse 2: daemoney]
amiri on the jacket, this b*tch one*of*one, can’t shop at saks for this
boy, check your facts on this, the way i was raised, see the bag, put a tax on it
i don’t check tags and sh*t, i’m like a thief, just walk in sn*tchin’ sh*t
i’m known around the globe, still get a bag, can’t put my face on it
five*hundred*dollar cap, i ain’t even had to go put no snake on it
i had to grow up, n*gga, i don’t chase money, i make money
switch with a 50, that b*tch’ll literally come shake somethin’
hear the engine a block away, n*ggas know that that snake comin’
rtas size twenty*eight, you can tell all this d*mn cake on me
my lil’ n*gga keep toastin’ somethin’, turn your ass to an easy*bake oven
i was seventeen with a fake ‘d, i was state*to*state, i ain’t mclovin

[verse 3]
wasn’t none of this sh*t given, lil’ n*gga, i had to go take it
i was bullying sh*t and caught four cases, i’m off papers right now, sh*t still shakin’
and how the f*ck they count us out? man, this sh*t don’t make no sense
we play offense on the opps and they don’t play no good defense
i ain’t spent that on my cup, probably spent that on my b*tch
me and slit just politickin’ ’bout which rollies we gon’ get
lately don’t need no extra clips, got the monkey nuts on that b*tch
it’s the [?], i don’t give a f*ck about who switch

- wrld tour mafia lyrics

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