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Dot Cromwell Paid N Full

VERSE 1:

I wake up at night/
Police hit the lights/
Ghetto bird in sky/
The biggest gang/
Taking niggas lifes/
Right before your eyes/
The older guys from the hood the slang/
On the courts they bang/
Hell is hot it never rains/
Hell is hot never rains/
My mommy sick/
So she stay at home/
Me I roam alone/
Go and scoop my homeboys/
Everything We do is wrong/
Some fam that's gone/
I mean they so gone wish they could see themselves/
Niggas choices locked them in the jail, wish they could free themselves/

CHORUS:

We gotta bag the work/
We gotta, We gotta bag the work nigga/
We gotta bag the work/
We gotta, We gotta bag the work nigga/
Riding through the city, ain't no sleeping till we finish/
And we paid in full we counting hundreds, twenties, fifties/

Till we on/
Till/
Till/
Till we on/ ((3x))

VERSE 2:

High on everything/
Damn I'm drunk as f..ck/
Im not supposed to drive/
Who gon' take the wheel, they lit as me right turn we almost died/
Everything on overdrive/
Balance is for suckas bro/
That's what taught me/
Now that I'm wiser I know how its pose to go/
All these women on my line/
Brittany damn she fine/
I blew out her spine/
Main flex on the way damn I ran out of time/
Sun coming back out/
It's early or late/
Either way pour me drink/
Back on this money the f..ck did you think/
Back on this money the f..ck did you think/

CHORUS:

We gotta bag the work/
We gotta, We gotta bag the work nigga/
We gotta bag the work/
We gotta, We gotta bag the work nigga/
Riding through the city, ain't no sleeping till we finish/
And we paid in full we counting hundreds, twenties, fifties/

CHORUS B:

Till i'm till i'm paid in full/
Till i'm paid in full/
Yea yea yea/
Till i'm paid in full/
Till i'm paid in full/
Yea yea yea/
Riding through the city, ain't no sleeping till we finish/
And we paid in full we counting hundreds, twenties, fifties/

Till we on/
Till/
Till/
Till we on/ ((3x))

Till i'm till i'm paid in full/
Till i'm paid in full/
Yea yea yea/
Till i'm paid in full/
Till i'm paid in full/
Yea yea yea/
Riding through the city, ain't no sleeping till we finish/
And we paid in full we counting hundreds, twenties, fifties/


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