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lirik lagu flee lord & eto - don't get lined up

[intro]
[flee lord]
yeah, yeah
this for moneytown
like, you hear it?
[eto]
yeah, n~gga
flee~what up, grimey?
[flee lord]
rockamerikka, lord
[eto]
that’s right
new crack era

[verse 1: eto]
wha, yeah, yo
before glory, i had a war story
it started with little poor georgey
couldn’t afford moreys
all of us had a pair 440s
fresh home, right in the aftercare
.40 grips made us notorious and we still are
i should k!ll ya’ll n~ggas
won’t let georgey slip, (huh~huh, huh)
this ain’t a power hymn, no (yeah)
i’m just vettin’ ar
god forbid your face in front of that nose
with me behind the thumb
homie asked about all the rod
had to buy him one
never find a finer one than this one, lord
this sh~t lift up doors
for a tiny crumb
piece of cake before i leave
they tell me keep it safe
i know we the [eighth?]
but they ain’t tryin’ to see the gates
i agree, can’t argue that, yuh
lord flee, bring the army hats
ha ha
[chorus: eto]
can’t go to war when you poor (when you poor)
can’t be beefin’ when you eatin’ (when you eatin’)
you lost it all for a wh0re (for a what?!)
now she cheatin’ on the weekends
[flee lord]
(that’s the l!ck)
you already know she down for the cause
a bottom b~tch
after work, stash in the drawers
dude’s [fever?], and her bra
a phone full of line ups (of line ups, of line ups)
don’t get your ass lined up (yo’ ass lined up, yo’ ass lined up)

[verse 2: flee lord]
one gun, three n~ggas
lord run a flea fl!cka’
need splittas
cold like we sat out three winters (d~mn)
coke on a broken plate
roaches on the coffee table
f~ck a label
walk a fine line, they’ll cut your cable (sh~t)
fams get destroyed
over grams of the boy
hundred bands, unemployed (woo)
running scams, duckin’ noise
each throw in the pan
keeps your free throw in the pan
told my youngin’, ‘when you ridin’
keep yo’ pieces in yo’ hand’ (bloo)
famous off the quotes (yeah)
came up off the coke (uh huh)
violate the fam
i’m a flame you in yo’ throats (brrr~rrr~rrr)
pies gettin’ chef, while [?] is getting lef’
i made change from the game
i survived off the stress (off the stress)
only god knows what lies in my chest (uh huh)
you stole, you got to go
so i survive in your direct
my gun ~ barrin’ n~ggas down since lunchrooms
one goon wettin’ up your hood
like a monsoon (brrr~rrr~rrr)
[chorus: eto]
can’t go to war when you poor (when you poor)
can’t be beefin’ when you eatin’ (when you eatin’)
you lost it all for a wh0re (for a what?!)
now she cheatin’ on the weekends
[flee lord]
(that’s the l!ck)
you already know she down for the cause
a bottom b~tch
after work, stash in the drawers
dude’s [fever?], and her bra
a phone full of line ups (of line ups, of line ups)
don’t get your ass lined up (yo’ ass lined up, yo’ ass lined up)

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