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GREED Lyrics - Artist : Joey Trap
Orheezyx
We on go, on go and I can take you there, let's go We on go, on go, ayy We on go, on go and I can take you there, let's go I'm feelin' strong, smokin' on strong, [?] cologne Bad red bone, I'm takin' her home, she takin' off all her clothes I'm gettin' grown, I'm turnt then I'm gone, that's why I got so many phones I [?] make the plays, what's up? I don't got no house [?] can't bring her home Poppin', poppin' heat, don't want no smoke, [?] I get paid, paid, even if it's rain or snow Count them days, days, I had to make them plays Casino mob ties, chips like Frito Lays I ain't know that I would ever see these days, days I ain't know that you'd always be in my way, ayy I left the bitch on the read I hit your bitch on her head She tossin' dick, you mislead I did and dipped on the feds They never catch me, I sped I hit the nitro instead I hit the nitro instead Lamb, wait, Hellcat talk This Trackhawk, y'all don't got no sauce That ain't my fault, surfin' on the wave One that I brought, nigga misbehaved, ayy Lamb talk, know I got that leather on my seats, ayy Damn, y'all so broke, boy, I grind 'til I bleed And police can't catch up, whipping high speed Man, I know I'm on my shit but this greed On my TV, diamonds on me VV Shit, it's easy, [?] Uh, new Patek on my wrist, yeah, yeah My diamonds on [?], yeah, yeah Gold plate on my vest, woah, woah Got [?] on my chest, yeah, yeah Go ask my bitch, yeah, yeah Go ask my stick, yeah, yeah You won't talk shit, woah, woah, ayy Lamb talk, know I got that leather on my seats, ayy Damn, y'all so broke, boy, I grind 'til I bleed And police can't catch up, whipping high speed Man, I know I'm on my shit but this greed |
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