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moh baretta - radio love rage interlude lyrics
[intro]
there’s no turning back now
phew, phew, go, go, go, aye, aye, let’s go (surf gang, b_tch)
3, 2, 1, go!
[hook]
i just copped like 200 xans
break this sh_t down, i’m the man with the plan
finna go cop like 200 more
do the same sh_t again and go get me some more
f_ck all that talk and let’s go
if you ain’t tryna cop, don’t call my phone
we don’t got none to talk about, why you on my phone
i look at everybody as a f_ckin’ joke
i need the prescriptions, i don’t need a loan
i journey through crackheads i don’t need a loan
you wasn’t there at the point i was low
[?]
i swear to god this f_ckin’ beat sound like italy
had a b_tch show me where [?], but she from italy, i think
trap in designer, helmut lang the jeans
[verse]
oh, you know i gotta get up and get me some green
i tote movin’ pounds of the yellow
drop 30 mg of codeine, and turn that sh_t into lean
might pour it up and then go pop a bean
my sh_t’s ysl but i want some celine
you ain’t never seen the men’s version of celine
that sh_t real nice, boy, what you mean
i been on a winning streak, they made me king
the percocet trying to suppress me like kane
let’s go, off the percs, gotta get on the road
gotta take a trip to diego, z_double o
i gotta go back to oakland and see pentagram
gotta chop it up on some business sh_t, i got a plan
most of you rappers ain’t gettin’ no money, what’s your plan
all you wanna do is stay in a corner and pop a xan
get the f_ck out of here and stop bein’ a b_tch
you can stay in the corner when you f_ckin’ get rich
[hook]
i just copped like 200 xans
break this sh_t down, i’m the man with the plan
finna go cop like 200 more
do the same sh_t again and go get me some more
f_ck all that talk and let’s go
if you ain’t tryna cop, don’t call my phone
we don’t got none to talk about, why you on my phone
i look at everybody as a f_ckin’ joke
i need the prescriptions, i don’t need a loan
i journey through crackheads i don’t need a loan
you wasn’t there at the point i was low
[?]
i swear to god this f_ckin’ beat sound like italy
had a b_tch show me where [?], but she from italy, i think
trap in designer, helmut lang the jeans
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