Cheat Codes - Boing Boing lyrics

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Cheat Codes - Boing Boing lyrics

Z-E-R-O-S, that’s right I pay way too much for my flights I pay way too much on my clothes I’m just too damn cool for these h**s Someone please just hand me my phone So I can get back into my zone Everyone just leave me alone I’m just way too lit for this All I ever wanted was a handful of 100’s All I ever need was a girl who could see the Gold on my neck, boy, I ain’t tryna flex But I’m shinin’ so hard, even blind people see it Steppin’ out the wagon, it’s 200 thousand Bright red paint, got it lookin’ like a dragon That’s what you get from a hard day of trappin’ I’m lit, man, it’s all just .. Don’t that s**t sound familiar? Lame-a*s rhymes these rap dudes deliver Can’t trust y’all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls n***a, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere Material sh**tin’ on royalty s** this d**k, baby, I’ma shoot gold in your hair. (Cheat Codes – Boing boing) Turn errything up Turn errything up Turn errything up Turn errything Turn errything. Turn err’thing. Welcome to the land of the greed Welcome to the home of the slave Run up in your house while you sleep What’s the number to the muhf**in’ safe? n***as goin’ from the cradle to the grave You done f**ed around and stumbled in the cave ‘Bout to go Django unchained Girls do anything to get backstage Turn err’thing up Money ain’t everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up .. high school friends selling d** out the same house where I grew up That’s how you really give back to your community I don’t settle for less than getting what I need I know people that’s locked up for only using weed How did Hilary get immunity, huh? Hahaha, I don’t know why that’s funny Everyday is Halloween, huh? Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh? Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh? Load up clips and make a scene, huh? They puttin’ lies on the screen, black and gold everything We going crazy, we jump around like marines We rage against the machine, n***a, we the kings You ready? Turn errything up Turn errything up Turn errything up Turn errything Turn errything. Turn err’thing Turn err’thing. Turn err’thing up Turn err’thing uppp.

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