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8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money She looking at me, I can tell that she horny My bitches ain average they greater than ten Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking They my luh companion, I love Benjamin Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen Peel back the roof, she be needing some sun Big body truck, glockie is tucked More than one way, only sayin this once Please try your luck, sending you up Niggas too fake, they be acting so tuff Ceej keep it solid, he callin ya bluff Still making hits since I dropped no remorse Win thats must, turn you to dust No baby girl, this ain no love This shit is lust, shut up and take dick Urus still parked in the front, Modded the truck Know I ain basic Ceej keep a tool in hands, just like a shed Drac' in the basement Lost a bad bitch I'm replacing, lost her again did the same shit I make music that's feeding your soul See the vision, I came wit a scope If she bad I might f*ck on her throat Kiss her back, but I'm still gonna ghost Pour a deuce, she gon pour up a fo She addicted, she askin' for more And she nasty she tryna record Corleone get to stretching her core Mixing the wok with the lemon & lime Black berry sprite, sipping wit ice Can't come around they be tellin me lies Soon they gon die, droppin like flies All kinda sticks, I'm gon keep me a fye Tucked me a nine, in these Levi's This a short clip, ima call it a vine This the type shit get yo block redesigned 8 in the morning, I'm feenin for money I drove to the bank, jus to count up again She looking at me, I can tell that she horny My bitches ain average they greater than ten Seeing dead faces, it feel like they lurking They my luh companion, I love Benjamin Cut the chase, I ain't taking no breaks l still work everyday, I ain't pushing no pen See how they quick, jus to smile in your face It's the game that they play, but i know it's they pretend No time to play, only talk if it's pape I jus love that blue face and I don't carry cash Still keep a K, and I still gotta pray So I won't have to spray, Imma send you to him And I count up each day, I just stay out the way Im still locked in my lane, I don't need no new friends (yea)
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