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Already Made Lyrics - Artist : Banks, Lloyd
Fifty two weeks I've been focused on the colour
Without the sight of it I suffer money green mofucker Gotta separate my presence from the suckers Can't be cracking under pressure up the effort it gets tougher Gotta problem my bond is drama forever I used to turn a blind eye to petty but now its all my pleasure I gotta big old ego dominates whoever Holdin on to guarantees I made in life my promise came together Claim you love a nigga lock, well let me measure Still gon be ontop of me knowing its hard times under the treasure Ever second guessed the nigga lets remember Spent all my broker days schooling, think I fall out that class never Who gon love you better, who gon fuck you better huh? She busy trying to be you why will I want be with her We dun drink so much tonight it be a blur Celebrating all winter drug dinner in the fur Salute to all my niggas in the grave Nigga keep your favors we dont need them we already made Never been a minus on my grade All I see is dollars, hang the fuck up you ain't gettin paid Line of foreigns pull up in the scene Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the fuck you mean? Winnin more help will your self esteem M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team Nothin really matters but the money Give my undivided attention, been consistent so they wanna gun me Tap my signature around the country Man killin niggas with this shit for years, guess they need it monthly Hallelujah we dun made it out the sewer Where's my seniorities, through all the hard times I maneuver Keep a party poppin pocket full of mulla Buck and chizzy [?] on a interstate dropping off your rumors Millys for the static, winnings automatic dawg You're fakin' in your forties I ain't for the back and forth Niggas owe me something stackin' up the cost Got the discipline of a worker and passion of a boss Quiet baby lemme break you off the with aura To be successful you gotta listen, it's gonna take some more though When the shots go I gotta be the caller Now it's to hell with the other bitches I got me a supporter Salute to all my niggas in the grave Nigga keep your favors we dont need them we already made Never been a minus on my grade All I see is dollars, hang the fuck up you ain't gettin paid Line of foreigns pull up in the scene Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the fuck you mean? Winnin more will help your self esteem M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team |
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