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Taliban Lyrics - Artist : Money Man
Talk to Gutta, he coming in November
[?] Blues on me like I went and got her pregnant Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker Kinda anti social ion talk to niggas I got plenty homies eating off the web She just came and gave extraordinary head Pick my boy up from [?] Half a mil from Imaginary cred You reap what you sew Like needle and some thread Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread They prolly never love Me till a nigga dead Hit it right she ain't Tryna leave the bed I'm with some frat boys they drinking out a keg They buying loud I charged a arm and a leg Choppa hit the nigga Arms and legs For the racks damn right I'm going fed Yeah yeah Beard like I'm Santa like I'm pushing sleds Niggas acting funny like that nigga neck Yeah [?] these the latest pair, lil mama with me Ride with virgins just like the hair Living reckless Shit trap without a care I know a doctor who'll finesse the Medicare Street nigga I don't get pedicures If money the topic then a nigga all ears We ain't stopping nigga we trapping all yeah 80 bags of exotic and its all here Buckets under plants buds fall here Started from the bottom had to crawl here Yeah yeah I just talked to Gutta I like muscle cars Imma burn rubber Big weezy shades Swipin undercover Loads from the west I know several truckers I know real florist They keep low numbers I keep grows coming Ain't no slow summers Taliban drugs like I'm Osama Bought a private land Growing in Amsterdam I know Muslim niggas who from Pakistan [BC Shooter:] Calling Money told him meet me in Atlanta I found a quicker way to get a bigger bag I know these niggas out here tryna bite the drip and ride the wave Now these pussy niggas mad Plug dropped a 50 ran through em fast Turban on me like I'm with the Taliban Dat choppa spin a nigga like a ceiling fan I be steady dripping running through them bands Rollie on me so you see the diamonds dancing Copped the Vette with the new mini mansion Cross me once don't get too man chances I don't overdose I blow the Skittles smoke Ion wanna fuck lil mama I just want her throat Took her on the water Riding through the ocean She tried to set me up I pushed her off the boat Started shooting the carbine with the scope Picked that bitch up put in dead on her nose Shoot em in the face the only thing I know Told my self I ain't gone do that shit no more And I just got em in come and get em for the low You can get cheaper but you gotta buy some more My trap house open but the shit is never closed Motherfuckers spazzing I gotta have it Dressing in designer fashion Yeah Imma keep me some cash I keep me a bag I'm always running to the bag I heard yo buddy snitched I ain't with that shit Ion really fuck with no rats Imma count me a big bag Imma keep shitting cuz these niggas mad Yeaaaah You gone make me turn up with the mf gang Its BC for life and that shit will not change We pull on yo street with them motherfucking thangs I roll down my window all you hear is bang Wtf the pussy niggas think I roll down my window all you hear is bang bang |
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