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Steelo Lyrics - Artist : Money Man
They know my steelo
Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk and tear the booth up Ain't with no lil bitch boo'd up My gas make you throw up My doors lift the roof up Buy a money machine it from Syria I ain't going outside of my peers They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu [Money Man:] You can't walk a mile in these Christian Loub' Ain't got shit to lose, ain't got shit to prove I got gas to move I never fuckin' snooze My niggas shoot the stick like I'm shootin' hoops You wanna catch a hoke don't make no sudden moves I'm passing octane It's steady comin' through Treat you like a deer niggas huntin' you Money the only thing made me comfortable Baby girl l I can fall in love with you Poof be gone I done seen enough of you I brought scope where the fuck you runnin' to Sittin in the crib I'm steady havin' visions The amount of days I was cookin' in the kitchen Niggas penny pinchin' Niggas snakes they hissin' Say you got the loud let me see the picture Double decker time I'm bout to roll 2 swishers Never cross a nigga fuck it off a nigga All that broke talk you done lost me nigga Gotta keep ya fuckin' hands off me nigga I done [?] Rocking all my ice when I be in the lobby Berkin' 20 thousand when I be going shopping Always In the trap never club hoppin' They know my steelo Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk and tear the booth up Ain't with no lil bitch boo'd up My gas make you throw up My doors lift the roof up Buy a money machine if you serious I ain't going outside of my peers They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu [BC JRoc:] [?] deepthroat Get your shit took call it repo Life is a game there no cheat codes I see the fake through the peep hole I got the stick In my trench I feel you [?] She said she can't see through my pint We blowin' through money like vents She fell in love with the cheat code I pop a perc and [?] I keep a shooter no free throw Can't waste my time with no free codes I'm tryin' to stack up my ends I'm deep in the water no fins This money keep tumblin' in These niggas'll fuck up your plans I fell in love with the streets But do I remember the beef When niggas couldn't even go to sleep Now cut on the lights you can see Yeah I'm on the block like a street post Hiding a zip in my peacoat Niggas so scary when they see smoke We blow up your spot like a C4 They know my steelo Trappin' eatin' hot cheetos In my pocket four kilos Get yo shit deebo'd My jewelry deep froze lord Walk and tear the booth up Ain't with no lil bitch boo'd up My gas make you throw up My doors lift the roof up Buy a money machine if you serious I ain't going outside of my peers They tryin' to give me the Rico (huh) They need to make da weed legal (yeah) Always look out for your people (yeah) Balmain jeans these not Evisu |
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