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Song Lyrics:
Verse: Nick_true.cy
Niggas is ord, I'm cashing my teeth/
Jog on the verse, and I put on repeat/
Sag off my pants, Imm' nut on your chick/
Put down my shades, I'm checking the list/
Started my shit in the bando/
Never ever could I let go/
Alabama, we don' lay low/
Alabama, I'm the land lord/
I got my studio, I got my drive, I want my dreams in my bank card/
Sipping it clean, I do no Lean, I put my pen on a padlock/
I got my studio, I got my drive, I want my dreams in my bank card/
Sipping it clean, I do no Lean, I want my dream in a padlock/
Put it on God, give it to mom, I give a fuck, I got no whores/
I got no Js, I got no fame, I got no choice I can't let go/
I'm with the streets, you in your bed, I got a feeling you can't cope/
Up in the North, we moving the dough, the city is lit. They qaving the boy/
Bridge: ×16
I got too much on my plate, we them boys in the North/
I got too much on my plate, there's a war in soul/
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