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Hurricane
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First Day Out the Feds
Lasik
B-B-B-B-Beats
Oh Lord, oh Lord
I'm dripped in sauce
Up goes the Lamb' doors
I'm paid in full
Fresh home, I'm still winning
They ask me how a nigga feelin'
I'm too blessed to be stressed
I got the sauce and it's spilling
First day out the feds
Thought my life was gonna end
They tried to slap me with a M
So I thanked the Lord, amen
Money marchin' in my cell
Praying asking for bail
Giuseppe stepping out of court
Aaaa money marchin' through the door (aaaa)
They locked me up, didn't complain
Praise the lord buss the case
I touch the road and I prayed
And I got my jewels out the safe Hallelujah, amen
They let me out the cages
Dabbing on them like the Migos
Fans hayling me on free flow
I'm still cashing out this paper
I stay dabbing on a hater
If it don't break ya, It will make ya
I still real can't mix with the faker
I'm riding round uptown
I'm riding round with the roof missing
Dripped in balmain
In thousand year on the waxed denim
Back to balmain and loubs
In the rave chilling with no roof
Check the pudding, there's the proof
£R, we're the truth
They don't understand the pain
We dropped the top in the rain
MMF on my chain
It's £R in my veins
Watch me go super saiyan
Goku, she eat the dick up like tofu
Riding around in my side of town
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When I'm in the bits, I got it local
I got a baddie called Barbara
She plugged up like a charger
Half a box in her car front
So I dripped her in Prada
And they through me in the marsh
I put that shit in the past
And I'm free of all charges
Now the all way is up
Bust case no bail
Swaggered off no cell
Had me all up in the papers
No comment, no statements
Dress code: so fly, get money, live life
My niggas from the 6: it's £R till I die
Dress good, live lavish, India, speaking spanish
£r everyone is rich, don't compare me to the average
Oh Lord, oh Lord
I'm dripped in sauce
Up goes the Lamb' doors
I'm paid in full
Fresh home, I'm still winning
They ask me how a nigga feelin'
I'm too blessed to be stressed
I got the sauce and it's spilling
I sat in court with my bible
Feeling tense through trail
All of my niggas are loyal
£R were the royals
Did the bid, didn't moan
The sauce man soon home
Do I look fresh home?
Duffel bag full of dough
My team so trill they know
When I touched the road, the net froze
£R Everything Relevant, Hurricane back to the throne
Free my bros, free my bros
They need to let Lo Lo home
We ain't playing, blow to blow
Lasik
B-B-B-Beats
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