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‘Wine, Women & Lyrics (PRIVATE STΩCK EP II Intro)’
Hook(2):
Wine, women an' lyrics; Ferraris, Jets an' riches
Wine, women an' lyrics; Ferraris, Jets an' riches
Wine, women an' lyrics; Ferraris, Jets an' riches
I gotta quadruple digits, gotta quadruple digits
Verse 1:
First thing when I wake up... wipe the crust out my eyes
Then I take up... a lil' time
To meditate, say a mantra, lift some weights, ingest a meal
Play some Curren$y or GZA-- gotta inject the ill
Uh, I - be that - nigga - give a - F - how you feel
I ain't tryna - be that - nigga - gettin' less from a deal
So I'm careful wit' my moves, I don't hop on every song
That these niggaz want me on if it takes me out my zone
Say gravel road, rollin' stone; yeah, you heard that shit before
Ain't payin' for no pussy, give no fucks about a ho
Somethin' exquisite on my arm, make my ego overflow
We gon' be up in a loft wit' balthazars of Margaux
Oh... oh my goodness... I be dreamin'
The rap game is like a heist, an' I be schemin'
Number's up for y'all, peace out
When you hear Fineprint, you know he's all about the...
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Verse 2:
They say lightnin' never strikes the same spot twice
But I'm 'bout to strike gold yet again; shake dice
Uhn, big booty bitches an' liquor my only vice
Confidence all in the mind, I follow my own advice
This is "PRIVATE STΩCK II", chill out an' pop two
Then call me in the morn, the Doc make house calls
Hold on, I got you; they fuck wit' you, they fuck wit' me
Ain't nann hater gettin' past this regime
#TGL for life, nigga fuck a leer jet
Gimme attack choppers, attack tracks proper
We more like rad mobsters, eatin' mad lobster
They mad they can't stop us, curse wit' them damn problems
Uhn... was supposed to be a loser, huh?
But I kept goin', no givin' up 'til money flowin'
Flow like I'm hungry, they killed me, became a zombie
The walkin' dead, talkin' live, tryna live the life of...
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