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Extortion Video (MV)




Performed By: $auceaveli
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Marcus Barnes




$auceaveli - Extortion Lyrics
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Look if it's problems then I'm callin A dog (Hey A dog)
But now I got all my loans paid off
So hear me f*ck it imma hit it once and imma skate off
If she suck dick for work she getting laid off, f*ck her I don't need her
I'm posted somewhere off radar, ya hear me
So if you wanna call me need a séance and
That pussy speak on my name he bringin chaos, yeah
One call I have wannie bring the ARs
Ay
Yeah I'm well known for poppin off, do it for the free
When I tell P to knock him off
I wrap him up and take him to the desert then we drop em off
Serve em to the pigs like slop layin in a trough
Ay from the 400 but on the 17, triple beam, hit the dirty work wit the mr clean
She was rapping so I ran her ass right outta her jeans
She was cappin so I beat the pussy right outta the seam
Ain't no hope in the hood I ain't have dreams
Dope in the hood where'd I be if I ain't have feigns
Block taped off he face down that's a bad scene
They ain't let the streets take me down I was a athlete, ay
Fear of God straight across my chest
Aiming for the head cause he prolly riding wit a vest
Everyday things when we busy sliding on the west
I ain't never fallin off nigga yeah you know the rest
He was callin foul had his ass screamin for the ref
30 put him down, never take a loss like I was steph
He in treble now, he ain't know we got em in the clef
Yeah im the devil now, lord gone let me send him to his death
Actin boujee huh, yeah they love to try to put on a front
Gimme coochie huh, boutta smoke yo nigga like a blunt
Yeah he goofy huh, flexing like that boy ain't been a runt
Plug send me the pack, he gone kick it to me like a punt
(Oh, what, huh)
A real nigga since conception, trained to be a felon I ain't vote in no election
Won't nobody on a ballot fight for my protection
Why you think the 2nd let me keep a weapon
And if I take a L then it's a lesson
I'm ridin round wit smith and we headed to the westend
So if you passin thru still gotta check in
How you think them other niggas wound up as a dead man
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English

Look if it's problems then I'm callin A dog (Hey A dog)
But now I got all my loans paid off
So hear me f*ck it imma hit it once and imma skate off
If she suck dick for work she getting laid off, f*ck her I don't need her
I'm posted somewhere off radar, ya hear me
So if you wanna call me need a séance and
That pussy speak on my name he bringin chaos, yeah
One call I have wannie bring the ARs
Ay
Yeah I'm well known for poppin off, do it for the free
When I tell P to knock him off
I wrap him up and take him to the desert then we drop em off
Serve em to the pigs like slop layin in a trough
Ay from the 400 but on the 17, triple beam, hit the dirty work wit the mr clean
She was rapping so I ran her ass right outta her jeans
She was cappin so I beat the pussy right outta the seam
Ain't no hope in the hood I ain't have dreams
Dope in the hood where'd I be if I ain't have feigns
Block taped off he face down that's a bad scene
They ain't let the streets take me down I was a athlete, ay
Fear of God straight across my chest
Aiming for the head cause he prolly riding wit a vest
Everyday things when we busy sliding on the west
I ain't never fallin off nigga yeah you know the rest
He was callin foul had his ass screamin for the ref
30 put him down, never take a loss like I was steph
He in treble now, he ain't know we got em in the clef
Yeah im the devil now, lord gone let me send him to his death
Actin boujee huh, yeah they love to try to put on a front
Gimme coochie huh, boutta smoke yo nigga like a blunt
Yeah he goofy huh, flexing like that boy ain't been a runt
Plug send me the pack, he gone kick it to me like a punt
(Oh, what, huh)
A real nigga since conception, trained to be a felon I ain't vote in no election
Won't nobody on a ballot fight for my protection
Why you think the 2nd let me keep a weapon
And if I take a L then it's a lesson
I'm ridin round wit smith and we headed to the westend
So if you passin thru still gotta check in
How you think them other niggas wound up as a dead man
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Writer: Marcus Barnes
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