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lirik lagu wee2hard - my kind

[chorus]
for the money i go crazy, feel it itching in my palms
count that money with a blindfold, do it with my eyes closed
h~llcats and track hawks, pull up, f~ck up the asphalt
thirty flows up, she get nasty, i go deep in her
kursdough, she love more of my money, i’m worth six figures
money on me now and back then, i’m that n~gga
i’m so sick of n~ggas cappin’, nor day when they ain’t lit
every n~gga dissed my brother, met that choppa, on my momma

[verse 1]
body bags and yellow tape, i’m one of the realest out the eight
it ain’t sh~t bigger than us, among us some n~ggas cappin’
i suggest y’all keep rapping, over here we really active
out my body, full of drugs, mind playing mind games
this a fit, hung up my jersey, let that money step for me
it’s still money over b~tches, i go loco for that paper
why you playing like we ain’t turn your lil’ partner to a grady patient
choppa hit his leg, teach him how to walk again
eyes blood, shot red, now that murder in my eyes
he won’t never bang again, choppa got him terrified
drop a hundred on his head, yeah, i’m cool, knock his head off
n~ggas knowing how we slide, we catch body’s in them ‘cats
change the tags and double back, our murder family catching hats
i ain’t never been no p~ssy, n~ggas know how i come
let a n~gga step for me, i bet i shoot off his whole arm
all i needed was a chance, i got the world in my hands
if your out suffered a gun shot wound, you my kind
if you got something for your mans in the dirt, you my kind
if you gang stand on business, n~gga, hold them choppas up
pain can turn a angel to a demon, i’m just being real
never thought baby joe wouldn’t be here, i’m just being real
lying to these hoes like you spinnin’, you ain’t like that
creeping with four fugi’, tryna get a n~gga life sn~tched
we go stick for stick, drac’ for drac’, we go ‘cat for ‘cat
anything them n~ggas think they having, we go back~to~back
clutchin’ on my glizzy in the booth, these beats sound over k!ll
you ain’t sold a peep, but still stressing that trap sh~t
miss me with that cap sh~t, try me and you’ll get wrapped quick
[chorus]
for the money i go crazy, feel it itching in my palms
count that money with a blindfold, do it with my eyes closed
h~llcats and track hawks, pull up, f~ck up the asphalt
thirty flows up, she get nasty, i go deep in her
kursdough, she love more of my money, i’m worth six figures
money on me now and back then, i’m that n~gga
i’m so sick of n~ggas cappin’, nor day when they ain’t lit
every n~gga dissed my brother, met that choppa, on my momma

[verse 2]
loyalty, i value lord, that sh~t run in my blood line
different glocks, different jams, different b~tch, different friend
choppas spit out lava, walk ’em down, six feet all the opps
n~ggas only active on the ‘gram, ain’t never spilled sh~t
if it’s smoke, don’t at me on the ‘gram, you know the feds watchin’
i ain’t been her ten minutes, i already got the bed rocking
f~ck a n~gga baby mama, crush a n~gga soul
you know how the gang go, still runnin’ with the same woes
wide body or benz truck, ain’t no tellin’ how i’m coming
three or five for the opps to itch the pain, it’ll take the pain away
she ain’t never f~cked a rapper, let me sit on her tougue
nine times out of ten she follow me, i hit the b~tch
pressure might get ’em touched, need my money in a rush
n~ggas tuck the hit, we left that lil’ boy with his head down
he let them go and overlap him, still runnin’ laps on ’em
if i feel the sense up the trail, i’ma clap, homie
let a n~gga try me like a rapper, i’ma wrap ’em
still posted in the hood, i ain’t still ringing bells
still steppin’ over bullet sh~lls, this sh~t won’t never change
covered down at night, i’m still tryna reach a hundred mill’
don’t ask me ’bout no other sh~t, you know i rep old murder family
you know that be the gang, n~gga, you know we brought that flame with us (flame with us)

- lirik lagu wee2hard

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