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LLOYD BANKS FT. SCHOOLBOY Q lyrics : "Gettin By"


(Intro)
I'm drunk, I'm high, demon gettin' by here x8


(Verse)
Oh stand up dog, got the marrow from the ground

I'm a south side ^!$$%, $#&@ around $#&@ around
Jumping (*##$es off the frame
Throw these dollars make them work

Slick $$# to she can get a ^!$$% on
That mammals know she won't
Easy to broke you don't keep hoe

Let me kill that (*##$ we rough
Real for the real, who wanna be broke
Daddy on there I gotta be both

Life's too short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three

I'm for those mansions make my flee
On regular tip, I'm hit
Your lip, I'm super dude

Don't make me sip that track
Just like that like I have never knew ya
Trippin' hoes just like menorah

I'm a nova like boyah
I'm tway, overslick, way on the whip
Neck this of the collar

I've been drunk and high all day y'all
Bowing down as a AR I heard
Money ,money coming whole week

Been with a fifty pounds on the radar
Now , I'ma send a front of a snake
We all walk around with the same scar

Seems like it's real but it ain't
Bet these trips to the bedroom changed now


(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er'day I'm getting stuck

In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in,won't give up

I gotta be wenches $#&@
Rat's tough, we gon' get by
Baddest (*##$ is getting tough

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn it gettin by here x4

(Verse)

A hater, a playa, he's definitly in your radar
My (*##$ goes to work and she $#&@s me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she $#&@ with a ^!$$% like you

She wanna $#&@ with a ^!$$% ,ain't you
Nr.1 gangster can't be two
Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor

^!$$% go broke and his rap many slow
Last in my done like I'm trying on soap
I'm so dope everyone be hope

What the $#&@ you mean, what the $#&@ you know
Still ain't met another ^!$$% like me
See when the seaweed grows in the sea

I don't take shots mother$#&@er I'm a G
Let's get smoke, show some relax
And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed

Made 20 thousand dollars through a $#&@ing text
And I said yes before I stretch my neck, you see these necks
Yo this your town, then $#&@ing respect

I'm the headline you don't get my jack
Blackwood smoke let a real ^!$$% smoke
I blow shine right behind these notes

Tryin' to get a house up on these folks
Can't down rap or real dough smokes
Swack a blunt I sit around

Drive it (*##$ and make it down
Do your best to smoke it all
Bet you all a million now


(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er'day I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down

Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in,won't give up
I gotta be wenches $#&@
Rat's tough, we gon' get by
Baddest (*##$ is getting tough

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn it gettin by here x4


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