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Allstar Jr - Square Biz Lyrics

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I'm on the phone with the plug, talking square biz
Make enough money every day to feed twelve kids
I usually don’t ride with the dope, but shit this sale big
Baby got a big pussy on her, I just fell in
Pick him off with a 50 Cal, this bitch a sniper
Brodie in the cell killing shit, 'cause he a lifer
Hit the road with a half a slab rapped in diapers
Every time I'm popping out, lit like a lighter

[Verse 2: 3200 Tre]
I used to feel left out, ’cause I wasn't turnt enough
Money ain't gon' change your life, until you earn enough
The first time I triеd to cook, a nigga burnt it up
You ain't never took a loss, you can't learn from nothing
Monеy is not everything, you can't change me
Tell me who the fuck it is, if it ain't me
I don’t hear the shit you saying, so I can’t see
I live my life in 4K, you still in HD

[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Police in my neighborhood, hate I fleed twice
Get off the field, crash a nigga like Rashee Rice
She wanna be my bitch, I'ma give her three nights
These boes free, nigga, I don’t know no weed price
Looking at his phone, nigga, finna lie
Fan on a nigga mean a nigga, finna die
Chocolate face presi looking like some chilly fries
I ain't even up this 50, bitch, I'm being civilized
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Bitch pussy blew out, I done hit her 50 times
And she know that I'm the truth, but I lied 50 times
Bring it to your motherfucking door, Jimmy Johns
Layed back, but I can get this shit popping anytime
And man never get a trace, this a ghost Glock
Hit a bitch, then cut her off, leave the ho blocked
Walk in, cameras everywhere, this a dope spot
Rumor is doggy fell off, shit, I hope not

[Verse 5: 3200 Tre]
I hope you don’t think I will, 'cause I won't stop
I hate when niggas ask for prices and they don't cop
You can't slide in my hood, I got the road blocked
I gotta touch it, you can't tell me that the stove hot
I don't rap like no nigga, I got my own style
I used to have to pick shit up , it's gettin' drove now
My face card might be good for some boes now
I might be him, but I'd rather chill and keep a low profile

[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
He got a real diamond link, but the piece fake
Niggas spraying all the boes, hate the weed game
I ball hard, dope stretching like it's pregame
Rivals sleep, selling LB's in my PJ's
I put a million blue pills on the freeway
Play the opps, I put ten on the DJ
Niggas going bankrupt, that don't seem safe
She wanna fuck me, get up out that freak face
Bag life