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Lil mavo - 22 Ways Lyrics



Lil mavo - 22 Ways Lyrics
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I know you hate me, I can see in your face
You broke my heart in 22 different ways
I'm all about my chips, like a bag of some Lay's
Free lil three out the cell till he out of the cage
I can tell if you real or you fake in a second
Live my life like a lord cause I know it's a blessing
If you scared, go to church and go talk to a reverend
If this rap shit don't work, I'm a post at a 7-Eleven
Getting them bags, get them gone
Real top shotta ill knock him off
Those not the real ones, they knockoffs
Mexican cartel, smuggle in a taco
I make one call to the lords and they pop out
Lil C-ball Escobar, I feel like El Chapo
I know these f*ck niggas out here want to see me go broke
Big ole bag, million dollar worth of game
Circle stay tight, can't f*ck with no lame
Put that shit on, I get fly as a plane
Pay a lil fee, its a blick on the plane
Back from the dead like the Undertaker came
Me and my brother like the Undertaker Kane
I lost my brothers, I been through some pain
I'm on them drugs, I don't feel no pain
Hold on, big ole bags from the top shelf
Ain't going in there cause the cops there
I got keys to the game like a locksmith
I'm pushing P, bet not push my buttons
Bitch ain't nothing, ain't talking bout nothing
Weed, big buds, color orange like pumpkin
Glock got a G on my belt, I bust it
If you got a big butt, shake it in public
I know you hate me, I can see in your face
You broke my heart in 22 different ways
I'm all about my chips, like a bag of some Lay's
Free lil three out the cell till he out of the cage
I can tell if you real or you fake in a second
Live my life like a lord cause I know it's a blessing
If you scared, go to church and go talk to a reverend
If this rap shit don't work, I'm a post at a 7-Eleven
Getting them bags, get them gone
Real top shotta ill knock him off
Those not the real ones, they knockoffs
Mexican cartel, smuggle in a taco
I make one call to the lords and they pop out
Lil C-ball Escobar, I feel like El Chapo
I know these f*ck niggas out here want to see me go broke
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I know you hate me, I can see in your face
You broke my heart in 22 different ways
I'm all about my chips, like a bag of some Lay's
Free lil three out the cell till he out of the cage
I can tell if you real or you fake in a second
Live my life like a lord cause I know it's a blessing
If you scared, go to church and go talk to a reverend
If this rap shit don't work, I'm a post at a 7-Eleven
Getting them bags, get them gone
Real top shotta ill knock him off
Those not the real ones, they knockoffs
Mexican cartel, smuggle in a taco
I make one call to the lords and they pop out
Lil C-ball Escobar, I feel like El Chapo
I know these f*ck niggas out here want to see me go broke
Big ole bag, million dollar worth of game
Circle stay tight, can't f*ck with no lame
Put that shit on, I get fly as a plane
Pay a lil fee, its a blick on the plane
Back from the dead like the Undertaker came
Me and my brother like the Undertaker Kane
I lost my brothers, I been through some pain
I'm on them drugs, I don't feel no pain
Hold on, big ole bags from the top shelf
Ain't going in there cause the cops there
I got keys to the game like a locksmith
I'm pushing P, bet not push my buttons
Bitch ain't nothing, ain't talking bout nothing
Weed, big buds, color orange like pumpkin
Glock got a G on my belt, I bust it
If you got a big butt, shake it in public
I know you hate me, I can see in your face
You broke my heart in 22 different ways
I'm all about my chips, like a bag of some Lay's
Free lil three out the cell till he out of the cage
I can tell if you real or you fake in a second
Live my life like a lord cause I know it's a blessing
If you scared, go to church and go talk to a reverend
If this rap shit don't work, I'm a post at a 7-Eleven
Getting them bags, get them gone
Real top shotta ill knock him off
Those not the real ones, they knockoffs
Mexican cartel, smuggle in a taco
I make one call to the lords and they pop out
Lil C-ball Escobar, I feel like El Chapo
I know these f*ck niggas out here want to see me go broke
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Writer: roderick miller jr
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Performed By: Lil mavo
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: roderick miller jr

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