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Performed By: Dubziger
Length: 1:48
Written by: Wilmar Clemente




Dubziger - Net Lyrics




I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net

Yea I'm nothing but net and I deliver like a quarter back
My old bitch didn't see the vision I'm finna blow bitch I told you that
Stay solid like I'm cement, f*ck with me lay you like a floor mat
F*cking bitches since a rugrat
Dead presis imma need more of that

I pulled out the Rolls, swang them doors broke the chassis
I got two, three, four models on the couch like they casting
Tunnel vision to the money chasing bags to the max speed
Had to face the fact this life chose me what a masterpiece

Breaking these hoes back
Then I'm breaking bread with my crew
I withheld too much pain but that shit pushed me through
Went to sleep with two bitches had a dream the next morning I

I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net

I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net
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I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net

Yea I'm nothing but net and I deliver like a quarter back
My old bitch didn't see the vision I'm finna blow bitch I told you that
Stay solid like I'm cement, f*ck with me lay you like a floor mat
F*cking bitches since a rugrat
Dead presis imma need more of that

I pulled out the Rolls, swang them doors broke the chassis
I got two, three, four models on the couch like they casting
Tunnel vision to the money chasing bags to the max speed
Had to face the fact this life chose me what a masterpiece

Breaking these hoes back
Then I'm breaking bread with my crew
I withheld too much pain but that shit pushed me through
Went to sleep with two bitches had a dream the next morning I

I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net

I woke up today I had racks on my head
They tell me to slow down I rather stack up all these dead presidents
God got me, then I went took care of the rest
I'm ahead of the game I take shots in the field and I'm nothing but net
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Writer: Wilmar Clemente
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