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SIYAH - Think I'm Selling Lyrics



SIYAH - Think I'm Selling Lyrics
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Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawgs told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
Drop top windows tinteddd
Niggas claiming glocks and the blocks they ain't been in
Claim they sending shots but they not Scotty Pippen
Im screaming free the guys till the the guys ouit them sentence
I try to free her mind and just vibe to the women
But she don't want the time just to ride and get wit it
It's a clean summa
I got shorty taking orders like it's Benihana's
Nothing minus anymore everything count up
Count it up my nigga count up
Fly nigga and a pimp
Got the majic stick and I walk with a limp
We don't wear Gucci why you bought that again
Niggas switch around cause it's all for the cam
Use to keep it on now its all for the gram
Shorty take it off shake it all for the bands
Couple self made feel like I'm Ross in the Benz
This is fendi
Everything is fendi
Gotta keep it trendy
I done turned a bandit
She said I'm romantic
Bitch I feel offended
I ain't with the antics
Rko randy
Riding in the benzes
Think I'm from the Hampton
I gotta watch how they treat us
Blacks gets jail others get the misdemeanor
But I ain't a veggie eater want beef then I'm freezer
Nothing nice I cannot ease up
Aye aye
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawg told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
Oh snap it's a clean summer
Cam'ron with the pink humma
Balmains ima mean stunna
And 1 for the team come up
Young don with the heat sauna
Damn son all I think commas
Kingdoms what they take from us
Kingdoms what they took from us
Can't come to these streets fronter
You ain't really lit
Claim you a shooter but miss and went a killed a kid
Girls love me for my chips
Always on my tip
That's on Clifford and my kid
If I'm rocking with her I might buy a couple trip
Says she likes the cartier ice on the wrist
Girl this Hermès lost it twice in a year
Don't get it confused when I shouting out the 6
Couple niggas I know went from ounces to a brick
Pops thinks I'm selling with the amounts that I get
The bands up
I done came up earned respect tony Montana
I could come through any block like I'm Santa
I know niggas that tore opps with the hammer
We big guys, you switch side for cameras
We swag different
The bag different
I'm pass winning
A Mack with this
A pig pull up
I act ignant
You chat with them
There's mad difference
Stop cat fishing
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawg told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
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Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawgs told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
Drop top windows tinteddd
Niggas claiming glocks and the blocks they ain't been in
Claim they sending shots but they not Scotty Pippen
Im screaming free the guys till the the guys ouit them sentence
I try to free her mind and just vibe to the women
But she don't want the time just to ride and get wit it
It's a clean summa
I got shorty taking orders like it's Benihana's
Nothing minus anymore everything count up
Count it up my nigga count up
Fly nigga and a pimp
Got the majic stick and I walk with a limp
We don't wear Gucci why you bought that again
Niggas switch around cause it's all for the cam
Use to keep it on now its all for the gram
Shorty take it off shake it all for the bands
Couple self made feel like I'm Ross in the Benz
This is fendi
Everything is fendi
Gotta keep it trendy
I done turned a bandit
She said I'm romantic
Bitch I feel offended
I ain't with the antics
Rko randy
Riding in the benzes
Think I'm from the Hampton
I gotta watch how they treat us
Blacks gets jail others get the misdemeanor
But I ain't a veggie eater want beef then I'm freezer
Nothing nice I cannot ease up
Aye aye
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawg told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
Oh snap it's a clean summer
Cam'ron with the pink humma
Balmains ima mean stunna
And 1 for the team come up
Young don with the heat sauna
Damn son all I think commas
Kingdoms what they take from us
Kingdoms what they took from us
Can't come to these streets fronter
You ain't really lit
Claim you a shooter but miss and went a killed a kid
Girls love me for my chips
Always on my tip
That's on Clifford and my kid
If I'm rocking with her I might buy a couple trip
Says she likes the cartier ice on the wrist
Girl this Hermès lost it twice in a year
Don't get it confused when I shouting out the 6
Couple niggas I know went from ounces to a brick
Pops thinks I'm selling with the amounts that I get
The bands up
I done came up earned respect tony Montana
I could come through any block like I'm Santa
I know niggas that tore opps with the hammer
We big guys, you switch side for cameras
We swag different
The bag different
I'm pass winning
A Mack with this
A pig pull up
I act ignant
You chat with them
There's mad difference
Stop cat fishing
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
I just wanna know what it feel like
To go and escaping the real life
Ima black man living in crime
It's hard to stay away so I'm getting mine
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
No cap that's fact I just got a hit up from one of my dawg told me put in work
No gat no strap I'm good niggas never touching me young bull from dirt
Oh snap oh snap I just stack couple racks even dad thought I'm here selling birds
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Writer: Cellou Diallo
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Performed By: SIYAH
Language: English
Length: 4:22
Written by: Cellou Diallo

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