The Alchemist - Willie Lloyd lyrics

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The Alchemist - Willie Lloyd lyrics

[Intro] Can't tell me a motha f**in' thing, bruh Yeah, straight from hood like Yeah, had my nets on this devil, yeah Yeah, show them n***as Told them n***as, I'ma show them n***as, what up Yeah, told them n***as and I show them n***as, where at Yeah, told them n***as and I show them n***as, where at Ugh, yeah [Verse] Straight out the sewer like house effects Which one of you f** n***as want it next In my dreams I see faces of d**h I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest Your soprano can't fade me like Thanos I just chipped a whole damn piano up out the west Hit Chicago up, might f** around ball out like baller And go put 500 thangs on the jet I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip n***a rap with a 100 hundred pack in the Lyft OG n***as they told me that they see me movin' That they had the hookers in '96 Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the ye Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play Pour the up holy water all up in the Jesus piece Wash a real n***a's sins away Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth I hammer nets on the roof of the devil's house Chop a dime bag or chop with the metal out Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out Brought coke in momma house, let the devil in Dropped us a zip, took on off, ain't gone never win I'm so sick of these f**in' rap groupies I need to find some good p**y to settle in Hit my plug with the strap, p**y boy Wanna jack up the pack and a n***a can't settle for it I just hit him to d**h All he do is smoke wet on the steps Six figures, most n***as never saw All mighty dollar, n***a can't ignore it Light, gas bill, n***a can't afford it Put him on that wet a n***a wet 'em for it Yeah Fed ball rollin', guess the chuckin' up the vodka b**h, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd I got the feds and the fans takin' photos Don't say Yolo when you see the logo Made a half a milli off of Motorola Percy Miller with the bakin' soda Silk the Shocker rocker, I guess he murdered I'm a giant, n***as standin' on my shoulders Gave them n***as game, now they throwin' shade All my folks crips bloods on the game Got respect drippin' from a n***a name Finna load the seed, cigs in the game Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage All my folks crips bloods on the game Got respect drippin' from a n***a name Finna load the seed, cigs in the game Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage All my folks crips bloods on the game Got respect drippin' from a n***a name Finna load the seed, cigs in the game Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage Yeah, yeah Big dough up on you rabbit n***a

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