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I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
(Yeah)
We in the kickback
Oh yeah, you can't get your stick back
Bitch, i'm up in the air feel like Sinbad
I don't know what to wear and she so bad
I can't trust none these hoes yeah, they mad
I been acting real different lately ever since i've been poppin' new tags
You don't the real bitch, you don't know the feel bitch
You don't come from the rags
And, all of these niggas they after my head and they always after my racks
Swear to god mane, they chasing the bag? (Woah)
I done filled my lungs up with all this motherf*ckin' Nicotine
Could of told me the truth, and you could of told me
Why you f*cked up my gang and my team
I know you don't like me
But, all these drugs up in my cup?
It's so inticing
I'm still 'lil Zodiak Killa, up on this bitch with a Pisces
F*ck that hoe, I told that bitch to pour up my sprite, please
She got passion about it when she on her knees
I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
Vengeance - Passioné! Lyrics
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I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
(Yeah)
We in the kickback
Oh yeah, you can't get your stick back
Bitch, i'm up in the air feel like Sinbad
I don't know what to wear and she so bad
I can't trust none these hoes yeah, they mad
I been acting real different lately ever since i've been poppin' new tags
You don't the real bitch, you don't know the feel bitch
You don't come from the rags
And, all of these niggas they after my head and they always after my racks
Swear to god mane, they chasing the bag? (Woah)
I done filled my lungs up with all this motherf*ckin' Nicotine
Could of told me the truth, and you could of told me
Why you f*cked up my gang and my team
I know you don't like me
But, all these drugs up in my cup?
It's so inticing
I'm still 'lil Zodiak Killa, up on this bitch with a Pisces
F*ck that hoe, I told that bitch to pour up my sprite, please
She got passion about it when she on her knees
I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
(Yeah)
We in the kickback
Oh yeah, you can't get your stick back
Bitch, i'm up in the air feel like Sinbad
I don't know what to wear and she so bad
I can't trust none these hoes yeah, they mad
I been acting real different lately ever since i've been poppin' new tags
You don't the real bitch, you don't know the feel bitch
You don't come from the rags
And, all of these niggas they after my head and they always after my racks
Swear to god mane, they chasing the bag? (Woah)
I done filled my lungs up with all this motherf*ckin' Nicotine
Could of told me the truth, and you could of told me
Why you f*cked up my gang and my team
I know you don't like me
But, all these drugs up in my cup?
It's so inticing
I'm still 'lil Zodiak Killa, up on this bitch with a Pisces
F*ck that hoe, I told that bitch to pour up my sprite, please
She got passion about it when she on her knees
I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious
My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell
So I know she real deal villanous
My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"
The way he sell pill and piss
I won't f*ck on that hoe if she not for the gang
I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate
We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy
I know you can't sip the pit
And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion
Be rocking Akoo and shit
And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock
And her belt shine like Elvis
And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin
The way that i'm rocking my Louie V
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-
Writer: TJ Goodson
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