Oteezy Bang - 20 Foe/7 Lyrics

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It's just another day around my way
I'm always on a mission to get paid
Doin what I gotta do to get the change
I will never change
Always stay the same
Y'all niggas know the name
Spit it like a flame
And I get it out the mud
If you wants take it gots to get in blood
This for my takers and my Muthaf*ckin finessers yes sir
Tryna get paper on a daily bases
Ain't nobody gone give it to you
So you gotta chase it my time is neva waisted
I be in the strangest places
Tryna get the doe I'm all about the doe
Remember nights when a
Nigga was thuggin in the cold
I'm humble but I'm bold
I'm always on my toes
And I will never fold since I was 6 years old
Even my moma know how I used to get it
Had to stay committed if I wanted digits
Y'all niggas round here faking Flauging and ya penny pinching

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Three hundred sixty-five days out the f*ckin year
I'm tryna come up wit ways where
I can persevere
I can't help the way they hate but
I see it so clear
I stay away from the fake that be claiming they real
Cause them the ones that will plot
Til the day you get killed
I'm from the era you the shit if you had a gold grill
Gotta be careful cause them niggas ready they to peel
Ya cap back in ya lap if you lackin with steel
That's why I only f*ck wit niggas I know that are trill
Tryna get scrilla in abundance to pay up my bills
So if I f*ck with you I love you the way that I feel
Don't dap me up if it's envy
I'm not friendly to enemies
Bad bitch with the complexion the color of cinnamon
Better have some second thoughts
If you thinkin of killin me
Need to check my background
Cause homie I been a g
Never think you got the ups you ain't movin ahead of me
All my potnas are untamed my nigga they really beast
Better get yo self some business
And get you some f*ckin cheese
I remember wearing buex and had to have Soulja ree's
And if you know that you ain't bout it
You need to get out the streets

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