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Euroz

Exorcism Lyrics - Euroz

Yeah, Meekyou at? 

Young niggas get money 

Dream Chasers nigga 

Double M G 

 

Uh, from my city you know I'm the next 2 

Gunnin' some haters along the way, I expect to 

I think these niggas mad cause we go harder than the rest do 

Sayin' I'm the shit, well appoint me to them restroom 

You care less about the money, where respects do 

I'm bout fishin' they contemplating my next move 

And scratch these niggas off, that's the object 

Niggas hold me buzzin' cause my team hasn't dropped yet 

I'm the hottest out, if you ain't get the news 

Fuck what these niggas talking, we let they're bitches choose 

Loyalty is all you know, it ain't no switch of cruise 

Feeling like we popped to blow and these suit might'up lit the fuse 

Real nigga, my hate is wish that it was one (real nigga) 

Going hard to recognition, the bandz come 

Scrilled so much, nigga, you have thought I lost the loved one 

Money over everything, these bitches above none 

 

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Beltbuckle, iron mask 

Walk up in the club, exorcism, 'em niggas turn heads 

Celebrating, make a toast, nigga burnt bread 

Killed everything, that's what my nigga Euroz said 

The summer's ours, the winter's too 

Top down in the winter that's what winners do 

Fuck niggas, these bitches too 

All I need is this money my nigga it's a due 

 

Before you get them hoes, get your money right 

And I don't fuck with broke niggas they're the funny type 

Man I got every car, I live a hell of life 

But still I'm spending racks up on that jet to see my son in there 

Bullets smile on his face, hundred thousands, fully case 

Just to set my niggas free, Mr Chao when we ate 

Want my niggas spanked out, dripped up, drake down 

All these flows they're in my crib, my shit look like drake house 

Fuck niggas, them bitches too 

Testifying on your homie, that's what snitches do 

Selling bricks and buying foreigns when we get into 

I'm in the yellow panorama, look like pikachu 

Hah, these niggas mad 'cause I'm on now 

And everytime I'm in the building it be going down 

I don't make it rain, I make it pour it down 

And money ain't a thing top down that boy found 

 

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Beltbuckle, iron mask 

Walk up in the club, exorcism, 'em niggas turn heads 

Celebrating, make a toast, nigga burnt bread 

Killed everything, that's what my nigga Euroz said 

The summer's ours, the winter's too 

Top down in the winter that's what winners do 

Fuck niggas, these bitches too 

All I need is this money my nigga it's a due 

 

Bottle after bottle, get 'em refilled 

Young, rich niggas book'em finest on the streets still 

Groupies got parkinson, just hard feeling em keep still 

Feeling like you running, now you know how me and Meek feel 

My nigga, I'm really winning these days 

Switch is suicidal, the women I swim in these days 

I knew from the beginning we was finna be paid 

And even know this life is good I ain't finna behave 

Nigga we straight, so I can give two shits 

Knowing this is opportunity, only a few get 

Whole team balling, we the modern day blue chips 

And keep your girl close 'cause she provoking us to do list 

And niggas date ride'em, well of course to get seen 

And if she see a line, she go sort that shit clean 

These bitches be tryna kick it like they fourty fifteen 

Knowing that I'm winning, I'm coursed to get green 

 

Beltbuckle, iron mask 

Walk up in the club, exorcism, 'em niggas turn heads 

Celebrating, make a toast, nigga burnt bread 

Killed everything, that's what my nigga Euroz said 

The summer's ours, the winter's too 

Top down in the winter that's what winners do 

Fuck niggas, these bitches too 

All I need is this money my nigga it's a due 

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