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Take It Dea
A2P Fred
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Uh, anything, uh, mhm
Im havin second thoughts about this music s***
The streets calling my phone im tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like we up next, the sky the only way from here
If i put this s*** down, how the f*** my scale gon feel? (im sorry)
What about my clientele? (im sorry)
Who gon f*** Rebecca til she get paid on the 12th? (huhh)
Who gon know that Mr. Jones only shop off of smell (sweet)
And who gon know that when Palmbay call you gotta take it dea
Hop on that road and take it dea
Nobody gonna treat my plays the way that imma treat em
I show love because i know they need me and they how im eating (uhh)
You owe me 130? F*** it give me a hunnit even (I take that)
They gon spend that check on me because im who they believe in
We gotta special bond Im serving ladies who used to be cool wit my momma (my momma)
They know for sure if Auntie calls this phone, then im coming (im pushin up)
Everybody know im head first, and i dont do no running, but i been thinking (n***)
Im having second thoughts about this music s***
The streets calling my phone im tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like we up next, the sky is the only way from here
If i put this s*** down, how the f*** my scale gon feel? (im sorry)
What about my clientele? (im sorry)
Who gon f*** Rebecca til she get paid on the 12th? (huhhh)
Who gon know that Mr. Jones only shop off the smell (sweet)
And who gon know when Palmbay call you gotta take it dea
Hop on that road and take it dea
Nobody gonna treat my plays the way that imma treat em
I show love cuz a b**** aint show me no love back when i had needed it
I'll pull up, drop it in your mailbox and leave it (I got you)
How much cheese you got right now? Ok cool bring it (we'll figure it out)
This s*** get deeper, trade me all their food stamps, they aint got food in the freezer(they trippin)
Let you keep some i dont do my clientele either(uh uh)
F*** being saved by the bell im saved by the tweakers
They love me and i need em (uhhh)
Im havin second thoughts about this music s***
The streets callin my phone im tryna lock in with my engineer
My manager like we up next, the sky is the only way from here
If i put this s*** down, how the f*** my scale gon feel? (im sorry)
What about my clientele? (im sorry)
Who gon f*** Rebecca until she get paid on the 12th? (huhhh)
Who gon know that Mr. Jones only shop off of smell? (sweet)
And who gon know that when Palmbay call you gotta take it dea
Hop on that road and take it dea
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