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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Roc Marci/T.F ./Flee Lord[00:14.010]Uh, yo[00:16.470]Money to spoil whores with the spoils of war[00:19.620]But the only b***h I know loyal is a dog[00:22.280]Most must be avoided at all costs[00:24.430]'Cause with certain lines you cross, ain't no settlin' in court[00:27.980]**** you thought? This sauce ain't store-bought[00:30.710]Gotta be born with this sort of blowtorch[00:33.150]The 40 blow you and your cohort off the porch (blat)[00:36.020]For the small price of what a cup of coffee costs[00:39.510]Uh, you see we popped[00:41.160]You broke, so you takin' cheap shots, rockin' G-Shocks[00:44.370]I ain't even shocked, you need to watch, we're on demon time[00:47.260]Even when I'm inside Neiman's gettin' fly[00:49.310]You cryin' for a piece of the pie, I just want peace of mind[00:52.380]These the simple things currency can't buy[00:54.930]The treasure is buried in the sky, not protected by leprechauns[00:58.200]The queen rests her head on my chest to cry (it's okay, baby)[01:01.640]I know you love to ear-hustle[01:03.420]Can't trust if you keep things between us two (shh)[01:06.170]No keepin' secrets if we a couple[01:08.100]Sneak disses, I heard a couple, it's beneath me like a sneaker bubble[01:11.700]Any rebuttal better be subtle[01:14.020]What's done is done, no one was born with a stunt double, uh[01:19.630]'Cause I'll put every last one of you under the rubble[01:22.720]Dirty Rugers, duckin' the state troopers[01:25.110]Green tip Lugers, they tracers, you can't lose 'em[01:27.890]Desert Eagle, triangle face, it's the Bermuda[01:30.560]It leave eardrums ringin', it's therapeutic[01:33.470]All my b*****s speak Spanish and eat arugula[01:36.440]And reenact pornos, that's all I do with 'em[01:39.520]No cap, yeah, that's true enough[01:41.780]Coke white, Range Rover with the ruby guts[01:44.610]I played the spot and let the hours rush[01:46.720]Four hands, four tellers, that's a power punch[01:49.550]I'm a pioneer, y'all fraudulent, like veneers[01:52.740]Gunpowder residue, deadly when mixed with tears[01:55.010]Yeah, I'm overzealous, urban legend, that's over years[01:57.960]Everything scandalous, hope that don't go over heads[02:01.080]Beach hammocks, plottin' on overheads[02:03.640]Excuse my French, b***h, this European Benz[02:06.760]Excuse the tint, b***h, these European lenses[02:09.360]Baccarat, that's a European fragrance[02:11.790]Luxurious, puttin' skeletons in my basement[02:14.520]Lord Mobb, mob ties, free Pappy Mason[02:17.470]Versace robe at my show, I'm that dude[02:20.070]Yeah, "Ravishing" Rick Rude (woo!)[02:22.950]Load work, get it off, that's my mood[02:25.760]Pass the gloves, I'm 'bout to bag up this food (whip, whip, whip)[02:28.100]Told niggas, "Help me get it up, I need a meal"[02:30.970]****ed around and shitted on me, now I got some mils (I'm up)[02:33.630]Cartel theme music, you can scheme to it[02:36.000]Sittin' in the lab with a rag, cleanin' beams to it[02:39.180]Smokin' on Lung Crusher, mix it with the toke[02:41.760]And a strand that costs you more than what you sniffin' up your nose (sniff)[02:44.320]Put some pep in your step, ain't no draggin' your feet[02:47.200]I ain't rush before I left, but I'll be back in a week, uh[02:50.150]Lord Mobb, capital F, MAC with a vest (woo!)[02:52.710]Another little blicky clipped and strapped to my chest, uh (brrr!)[02:55.670]Chillin' in my family room, still'll make the hammers boom[02:58.410]Bullets fly everywhere, even hit your grandma room (brrr!)[03:03.160]I done spent most mi life in another life[03:06.380]Another day[03:08.190]Look in mi eye[03:09.870]Trust me[03:14.210]I watched mi grandchildren grow, you understand?[03:17.740]But most of the time, people terminate such plan fi you[03:24.210]♪