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Stove Tops (feat. 38 Spesh)

Album: Elcamino 2 Durasi: 2:43

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My nigga told me that one of my other niggas told

I was rich soon as I lit the stove

Bentley truck rippin' through the snow

E-block where the bricks get sold

Gun long as a fishin' pole

We had a bigger block, but we still played the same streets

I taught my young bull how to clean off and aim heats

We made peace, but a few niggas got killed

I swear I put the .40 to your head, make your brains melt

I'm on another level, we ain't cut from the same shelf

I wanted a straight eight 'til I seen how that Range felt

I bet the MAC-11 make 'em dance like ballerinas

We came from small venues, now niggas sellin' out arenas

I better bring my nine to the game like I'm Arenas

I got your baby mama in my bathroom suckin' penis

Before she pulled up, made her get my shit from the cleaners

Only the hustlers get rich, this shit ain't for the dreamers

I'm a genius

Uh, yo, uh, I could've made a million off the stove top

Shit, I could've made a billion off the stove top

Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove tops

Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top

See, I could've made a billion off the stove top

Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top

Shit, I could've made a billion off the stove top

Shit, I bet I make a billion, uh

Ayo, it's real when you got a family to take care of

My only problem is the beef that I'm unaware of

Black twin snubs, whole squad got a pair of

No leg shots, I'ma put him where his head was

I'm shoppin' for chandelier bulbs and weird rugs

That right there was made from a bear cub

Serve whole bricks, I don't tear drugs

Master flexin' on 'em as a birdman and I don't wear Lugz

While niggas hate, I just share love

Last year was a lot of funny handshakes and weird hugs

Hate is not a sincere grudge

When I shoot, I have to wear gloves, them shades, and ear plugs

I remember facin' the ceilin', the paint was peelin'

Fuck all that good guy shit, I'ma play the villain

Ask how I got this chain, it came from dealin'

If that bitch pretty and broke, then she ain't appealin'

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