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Lavish Living (feat. Griff, Blydell, Q-Dawg, Dirty Curt D & Al Foxx)

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cars wreck and niggas better watch out pennies and let your dollars get your back motherfuckers know how to act when they come up

Bought some money.

Niggas looking fun.

I'm in the lap of luxury.

Limousines coming through plushed out with the killer green.

Players get mad for how this G illustrates.

But what made me great I didn't play or hate I just participate Popping bottles of Cristal So I can piss it like

is too short man i got mine i couldn't have missed it that's why i wake up in the morning y'all because i'm able i'm eating breakfast off of marble top tables ain't killing no fables i'm walking on floors with paisley patterins i only weigh but man i'm fatter than the fattest man i scream my pump a knee before they step in through double doors

Steppin' on eggshell, marble floors, females get toeing, can't hold a composure.

I got a couch in my foyer where you can faint off the doja.

So watch your back for these savage women.

When you livin' above that average livin', that's lavish livin'.

Life I leave in for currency, stay high, weed, cause ain't no peace in my city streets.

Seeing niggas bleed and suicide when we collide with the other side.

Shit is where my comrades ain't afraid to die.

Yearning for currency, we dug out and drugged illicit.

Slug niggas and squeeze trickers cause we breed killers.

Evil in us, we born sinners.

Hope the Lord forgive us.

Shady niggas, the plot thickens when it comes to thriller.

Facial repercussions, a motherfucker's been gone.

Feeling liquor because my nigga got his brains blown.

Conspiracies of a heartless breed.

Dark of deeds, hell of flames when we spot the weed Warrior faces we lace, backstabbing the chaste A young steed to be corrupted in a world so shady

Curse my babies.

All hell pitch to the flames.

See me stuck in this neighborhood prison.

Wishing for lavish living.

fat motherfuckers, four car garages, kids in the back, niggas.

I'm all about my catch.

Not your average savage.

Hold

Stacking it automatic, tech head.

I got that habit, silly rabbit.

Trickster for badges, frontin' badges.

And these cash hitch keeps public attached to it and fascist dashkin asking his employees, do we have this?

I need to grab it, stab it in my ear so I can hear and hope the lavish.

Please don't panic, we got it good, not banished.

Causing all kind of damage until they crammed it.

Now they understand it.

Slammed it while lamping inside the camp.

Pookie cookies by the batch.

Damn, several stamp rookies.

and for scratch.

I'll ham if you see the pigs kids with the belt around keeping the block jam trying to figure out who I am is either one flip

That's Sergeant Sam.

Sergeant Serpent heard of my turf.

Either way it go, I'm living lavishly.

From what I know, we poke with no residual cash flow.

Dope comes out so fast, but it goes.

Oh, so slow.

Oh, so slow.

Bell rock skate.

Homies, slow your roll.

Pump your brakes.

Two a day.

The moving bricks on these different states.

For the green, I'm probably playing with the triple beam.

Fully loaded, the scheme to feed my motherfucking team.

Midwest, Dirty Kirk D, nigga, In my clique, consistent, hidden, licked, and stuck in chips

Put the dump and definitely leave a nigga stump.

Staying key to stacking G's like a Donald Trump.

Let me slip it.

It's my mission.

That's a youth position.

That's a prison.

We're trying to empty up a multi-million.

With this yay and cabi, keep a nigga on his hundreds.

Candy paint, engine, like this game I'm running.

Keep it real, for real, niggas take the cheddar cheese.

H-O-G's and tryna plug for my L-O-C's.

Tennessee.

As I kick it with the finest bitches, I put it down my way forever lavish living.

Lavish.

still on my way down in the M.O.

Real y'all.

Whatever she desires, this is God's world.

Raise up my daughter Ka.

Try to be the father my father was to me.

With Jesus as my Messiah, there's nothing I fear.

My vision is clear.

I steer my boat and stay afloat so never near.

I hear a lot of hoo-blah.

I see people chasing moolah.

Ooh-la-la.

Sad song.

They gone wrong.

My rhyme stay legendary.

Like a dinosaur's fossil.

Stain pictures in your mind.

Like Picasso.

Used to sell drugs like Oscars.

Now I'm boss hall.

Giving orders to Roscoe.

Pico train.

To beat my game.

I maintain.

Sustain.

Retain.

My title constantly.

Yeah, nigga, we breaking the bank, baby.

Ain't no baby.

We eating steak and gravy.

Nigga steak meeting fried raccoons, nigga.

How you gonna feel me when I'm rolling with the bigger figure?

lavish living.

Y'all want to be fucked?

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