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Figurez Made It
The way I feel right now, I can not express
She pulled me closer, said, "Give me some pleasure"
When I hit from the back she make funny expressions
On the west they insure all my P's like Progressive
I don't let no one charge me on overprotection
I'm goin' after rap money, that's the agenda
If my dogs actin' funny, you know they attentive
Sign to me, I give all of my artists the center
Ride with me when these guys out of town in they rentals
Niggas hatin' so we keep our heads on a swivel
The way I feel right now, I can not express
She pulled me closer, said, "Give me some pleasure"
When I hit from the back she make funny expressions
On the west they insure all my P's like Progressive
I don't let no one charge me on overprotection
I'm goin' after rap money, that's the agenda
If my dogs actin' funny, you know they attentive
Sign to me, I give all of my artists the center
Ride with me when these guys out of town in they rentals
Niggas hatin' so we keep our heads on a swivel
Got it with me and he got his hand on a pistol
When he came home from prison, I told him I miss him
She's gon' count 'em like sheep so I told her to watch it
They pass me that strain, boy, that shit got me coughin'
I done ran up the set now the shit got me poppin'
And the FP come back it fit right in my pocket
I put bread on my work tryna keep it on lock
Couple racks on my pinky never go regular
Plannin' for months only flight I could take it on
Hit every ATM up that's on eighty-five
Got there took the bag out for twenty-five
Shot at your chest, nigga, you better look alive
Took a bale out the pack, so you know it could get live
When he came home from prison, I told him I miss him
She's gon' count 'em like sheep so I told her to watch it
They pass me that strain, boy, that shit got me coughin'
I done ran up the set now the shit got me poppin'
And the FP come back it fit right in my pocket
I put bread on my work tryna keep it on lock
Couple racks on my pinky never go regular
Plannin' for months only flight I could take it on
Hit every ATM up that's on eighty-five
Got there took the bag out for twenty-five
Shot at your chest, nigga, you better look alive
Took a bale out the pack, so you know it could get live
Put extra inside of of the bag, I was chillin'
Every alias I get for myself, I'm unlimited
My condo is private my BM don't visit it
They see me in traffic and they want a pic with me
Got a call from a ho, she said, "You got some dick for me?"
If you wanna be part of the circle, hit a lick with me
Yeah, you get burned if you tryna finesse
I could have a nigga burn you for less
I love when she fuck me the best
Dirty steel put a hole in your chest
They love me, my price is the best
Got you lined back-to-back on the chest
Go to sleep and I wake up to racks
Used to sleep with the roaches and rats
That's the reason I'm goin' so hard on these tracks
Every alias I get for myself, I'm unlimited
My condo is private my BM don't visit it
They see me in traffic and they want a pic with me
Got a call from a ho, she said, "You got some dick for me?"
If you wanna be part of the circle, hit a lick with me
Yeah, you get burned if you tryna finesse
I could have a nigga burn you for less
I love when she fuck me the best
Dirty steel put a hole in your chest
They love me, my price is the best
Got you lined back-to-back on the chest
Go to sleep and I wake up to racks
Used to sleep with the roaches and rats
That's the reason I'm goin' so hard on these tracks
That's the reason I run on the racks
I ain't goin' back broke, I could never go back
These producers ain't wanna send beats to me
They were tryna keep all the heat from me
Poppin' artists, they ain't wanna feature me
And I never complained, had to get my own name
Had to start my own wave, now I'm heavily paid
All the DJs were holdin' they nuts
Try and rob they get shot in the gut
Fuck that shit, I ain't wifin' no slut
Skippin' school, smokin' weed in the cut
IG model, she beggin' to fuck
But I'm really not focused on her
And the plug, he just dropped me some work
I ain't goin' back broke, I could never go back
These producers ain't wanna send beats to me
They were tryna keep all the heat from me
Poppin' artists, they ain't wanna feature me
And I never complained, had to get my own name
Had to start my own wave, now I'm heavily paid
All the DJs were holdin' they nuts
Try and rob they get shot in the gut
Fuck that shit, I ain't wifin' no slut
Skippin' school, smokin' weed in the cut
IG model, she beggin' to fuck
But I'm really not focused on her
And the plug, he just dropped me some work
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