
Both Sides of the Fence Lambo Lawson
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[Chorus: Lambo Lawson]
All the bad stuff done got my cash up
Never had to save a stack up
No need to trash talk
You niggas can't stunt, and I can't teach you how to
I can't wear these shoes, you don't know the value
I'm living expensive
Wanted to get a new 'Rari
I saw the new Lamb', I lost all my interest
I can not say that I'm sorry
I don't give a fuck, and I don't got to mention
Never turning off the engine
I put the beat in suspension
Every sentence got expensive
[Verse 1: Lambo Lawson]
You playing both sides of the fence
I could see that in my lenses
How could you be in a fence?
If you get don't get on the track and express it
I send your beat to forensics
I didn't do well, I was splendid
This shit I'm doing authentic
Why y'all make me get aggressive?
I'm smoking excessive
I hide in O-Z and her dressing
I give you hell
Under pressure and slaughter
I make you drown under water
It is an honor
She need a sponsor
She can not make me her father
I am a mil', you are a dollar
I am the man, the baller
Explode and I kill ya
You should write out a will
You could get killed out of contra
All the bad stuff done got my cash up
Never had to save a stack up
No need to trash talk
You niggas can't stunt, and I can't teach you how to
I can't wear these shoes, you don't know the value
I'm living expensive
Wanted to get a new 'Rari
I saw the new Lamb', I lost all my interest
I can not say that I'm sorry
I don't give a fuck, and I don't got to mention
Never turning off the engine
I put the beat in suspension
Every sentence got expensive
[Verse 1: Lambo Lawson]
You playing both sides of the fence
I could see that in my lenses
How could you be in a fence?
If you get don't get on the track and express it
I send your beat to forensics
I didn't do well, I was splendid
This shit I'm doing authentic
Why y'all make me get aggressive?
I'm smoking excessive
I hide in O-Z and her dressing
I give you hell
Under pressure and slaughter
I make you drown under water
It is an honor
She need a sponsor
She can not make me her father
I am a mil', you are a dollar
I am the man, the baller
Explode and I kill ya
You should write out a will
You could get killed out of contra
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