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Lost Lyrics - Artist : Money Man
Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin' this shit off At first I was lost Then I got me some crops She give ass and the top I got shooters who watch and alerted When they aim its precise and its perfect When I go in she feeling it perfect NBA money I need a jersey Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished She came over we fucked on the furniture I woke up and I shot at a burglar I be hanging with felons and murderers Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you Its in the attic we pull up and serve you Hit stick [?] Plottin' on niggas we sinister Just sold a bag to a minister I wanna feel on your curvature My lil bih from Decatur she savage But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory Sippin drank ain sippin on daiquiri All this Swagger increasing my salary Different cites I took this shit nationally She say please come in go in my vaginal Fendi jogger my outfit be casual Gucci headband but no I'm not hoopin Niggas push up on us then they stupid They ain't hip to the dawg, well they clueless Bought a stick and I know I'ma use it Me and my niggas on the same page We talkin' on the phone you use code names White bitch same color cocaine We ain't fuck around with no lames On my left hand 4 rangs All these blues ain't no change Even with the money I won't change Even with the fame I'm humble One way ticket out to Humboldt All these racks I need two vaults Shout out to my niggas in Duval Free all my niggas behind the wall Wish I could burn with all of ya'll Wish ya'll had no time at all There's money out here and I'ma find it all I'ma go fill up this Louie duffle 4 years ago I still struggled Now I gotta sack and I'm still hustlin My lil youngin' gonna kill somethin' Heard your mixtape I ain't feel nothin' The streets I ain't trust for real Need an M before I sign a deal Seen a scale and it gave me chills Remember just keep it real Pressure all in my loft Steady gettin' this shit off At first I was lost Then I got me some crops She give ass and the top I got shooters who watch and alerted When they aim its precise and its perfect When I go in she feeling it perfect NBA money I need a jersey Kickin' shit in the penthouse that's furnished She came over we fucked on the furniture I woke up and I shot at a burglar I be hanging with felons and murderers Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you Its in the attic we pull up and serve you Hit stick [?] Plottin' on niggas we sinister Just sold a bag to a minister I wanna feel on your curvature My lil bih from Decatur she savage But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory Sippin drank ain sippin on daiquiri |
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