Came up off the black market
Can't blackball us
We pack Quarters be ready
When the fiends called us
Get stack pockets
A black goddess
Giving me throat
She dead got it
I ain't gonna lie, she dead got it
Get racks constant
You can't stop us
We take profits and stop losses
They almost left my nigga in the crypt over a zip
That shit nonsense
But God got us
We all chosen
All got our own motion
Well spoken
The wrist frozen
Got a pretentious bitch named Jane on the plane
She said, is that a Audemars Piguet
I replied, only the best for us
Popping out the moussane once benny approve the Jets for us
Plottin on what's next for us
Niggas going straight to the top
And if all fails, we're going straight to the block
If the trap fails, call Mula and go straight to the Stocks
If that fails, call Harvard
Go hit some accounts
Chevy Wells, what's up
To the game, you know I had to get my mercs off
It's like if Ormond Street did a collab with Bergdorf
I'm First up but first off, let's speak about the person Involved
The wifey's got to match the Kaws
Colors match the heart
Putting on passion involved
That pain passed
Now I'm pissed off
The way this shit going, making my dick hard
Popping G-strings like I clapped and caressed a Guitar
33, retired, crashed out Tendencies
Ain't no spraying up the block
Now I'm reformed
I'm Snipe from the embassy
Get you quick and clean
Wipe your data stream
We call it Operation Bada-Bing
Bada-Bang, nigga
Got up out of there quick and clean
Got you out the way nigga
Call Aki, get the statement to work
Make the drop and let the payment disperse
It got wacky, so we lean to the work
Dead in the ocean, about to make this shit surf
Full metal running, we inhaling the gun smoke
Took another soul, but niggas mad because the Blunt broke
40 years from now, I'm looking back like 40 years Ago
Was in the hole
Now I'm someone who the world should know
They know me now
Harv ingram - 777 (feat. Buddah$PK) Lyrics
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Came up off the black market
Can't blackball us
We pack Quarters be ready
When the fiends called us
Get stack pockets
A black goddess
Giving me throat
She dead got it
I ain't gonna lie, she dead got it
Get racks constant
You can't stop us
We take profits and stop losses
They almost left my nigga in the crypt over a zip
That shit nonsense
But God got us
We all chosen
All got our own motion
Well spoken
The wrist frozen
Got a pretentious bitch named Jane on the plane
She said, is that a Audemars Piguet
I replied, only the best for us
Popping out the moussane once benny approve the Jets for us
Plottin on what's next for us
Niggas going straight to the top
And if all fails, we're going straight to the block
If the trap fails, call Mula and go straight to the Stocks
If that fails, call Harvard
Go hit some accounts
Chevy Wells, what's up
To the game, you know I had to get my mercs off
It's like if Ormond Street did a collab with Bergdorf
I'm First up but first off, let's speak about the person Involved
The wifey's got to match the Kaws
Colors match the heart
Putting on passion involved
That pain passed
Now I'm pissed off
The way this shit going, making my dick hard
Popping G-strings like I clapped and caressed a Guitar
33, retired, crashed out Tendencies
Ain't no spraying up the block
Now I'm reformed
I'm Snipe from the embassy
Get you quick and clean
Wipe your data stream
We call it Operation Bada-Bing
Bada-Bang, nigga
Got up out of there quick and clean
Got you out the way nigga
Call Aki, get the statement to work
Make the drop and let the payment disperse
It got wacky, so we lean to the work
Dead in the ocean, about to make this shit surf
Full metal running, we inhaling the gun smoke
Took another soul, but niggas mad because the Blunt broke
40 years from now, I'm looking back like 40 years Ago
Was in the hole
Now I'm someone who the world should know
They know me now
Can't blackball us
We pack Quarters be ready
When the fiends called us
Get stack pockets
A black goddess
Giving me throat
She dead got it
I ain't gonna lie, she dead got it
Get racks constant
You can't stop us
We take profits and stop losses
They almost left my nigga in the crypt over a zip
That shit nonsense
But God got us
We all chosen
All got our own motion
Well spoken
The wrist frozen
Got a pretentious bitch named Jane on the plane
She said, is that a Audemars Piguet
I replied, only the best for us
Popping out the moussane once benny approve the Jets for us
Plottin on what's next for us
Niggas going straight to the top
And if all fails, we're going straight to the block
If the trap fails, call Mula and go straight to the Stocks
If that fails, call Harvard
Go hit some accounts
Chevy Wells, what's up
To the game, you know I had to get my mercs off
It's like if Ormond Street did a collab with Bergdorf
I'm First up but first off, let's speak about the person Involved
The wifey's got to match the Kaws
Colors match the heart
Putting on passion involved
That pain passed
Now I'm pissed off
The way this shit going, making my dick hard
Popping G-strings like I clapped and caressed a Guitar
33, retired, crashed out Tendencies
Ain't no spraying up the block
Now I'm reformed
I'm Snipe from the embassy
Get you quick and clean
Wipe your data stream
We call it Operation Bada-Bing
Bada-Bang, nigga
Got up out of there quick and clean
Got you out the way nigga
Call Aki, get the statement to work
Make the drop and let the payment disperse
It got wacky, so we lean to the work
Dead in the ocean, about to make this shit surf
Full metal running, we inhaling the gun smoke
Took another soul, but niggas mad because the Blunt broke
40 years from now, I'm looking back like 40 years Ago
Was in the hole
Now I'm someone who the world should know
They know me now
Writer: Kieron Ingram, shashari wynns
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid