GRYPT, JPEGMAFIA, True Neutral, Shadi - Vote With a Dollar lyrics

[GRYPT, JPEGMAFIA, True Neutral, Shadi - Vote With a Dollar lyrics]

I let these bitch ass niggas know
What the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga

Uh, suplex wanna (yeah)
Stone cold stunna (yeah) c4 hunnid (Uh)
Dirt been gunnin' (Sha)
Mask on, runnin' (Blah)
Glock don't stutter (Sha)
I ain't from the suburb
All you noise niggas suck (Niggas)
Yah, all you noise niggas suck (Fucker)
Ha ha haha (yeah)
Fo' hunnid on the clip, got my dick wet
(yeah)
Alt-right votin' for me, that's a big check
(yeah)
If you fuck with my set, then I take breath
(Damn Peggy)
And I don't have a set so you been dead
(Brra) fuck a punk scene (Yuh)
I'ma come clean (Yuh)
All you crackers pussy
You ain't seen what I seen (Nah)
Right wing trapper of the year
I'm a black queen (Skrrrt)
Roll another J wit' bae, she be not singin'
(Haha) I don't think that I'm okay
I don't drink, need therapy
And I'm smokin' on the
(Sheesh) , hope yo' man go vote for me
If he don't get my vote and my fuckin' funds
(Chyuh) vote for the crime, vote wit'
A gun, yeah, huh, uh

Vote with a dollar, vote with a gun
Do like they do to get the motherfucker done
Vote with a bible, vote with a crime
Tomorrow mama cries 'cause tonight you die
(Tonight you die, tonight you- die)
(Tonight you- die, tonight you die)
Vote with a dollar, vote with a gun
Do like they do to get the motherfucker done
Vote with a bible, vote with a crime
Tomorrow mama cries 'cause tonight you die

Tonight you die, tonight, she cries
Tonight, you fly, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Three angels in the sky, and they foreign
That's some wine
Put the ones that have died
Body bathe in fire
Body bathe in fire, ghetto smile
Got the vision but no way they get it
'Cause the streets so wired, dope man fire
He the poster child, dilate
One three digit's
Disrespectin' home of killers
And detectives tryna change it
Through these lens
Push your way out of the prisons
No excuses, make decisions
If you wanna make these millions
If you sayin', "Fuck the system"
Then pick up the gabbo, pick up the mic
Spittin' for human kind
And dope boys up on they grind
But fuck you, in time, the money faster
Money climb, the diamonds shine
But this grind the gift of life
The curse of crime, don't try, GO!

Vote with a dollar, vote with a gun
Do like they do to get the motherfucker done
Vote with a bible, vote with a crime
Tomorrow mama cries 'cause tonight you die
Vote with a dollar, vote with a gun
Do like they do to get the motherfucker done
Vote with a bible, vote with a crime
Tomorrow mama cries 'cause tonight you die
(Tonight you die, tonight you- die)
(Tonight you- die, tonight you die)
(Tonight you die)

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