Passioné! Lyrics

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I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious

My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell

So I know she real deal villanous

My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"

The way he sell pill and piss

I won't fuck on that hoe if she not for the gang

I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate

We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy

I know you can't sip the pit

And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion

Be rocking Akoo and shit

And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock

And her belt shine like Elvis

And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin

The way that i'm rocking my Louie V

(Yeah)

We in the kickback

Oh yeah, you can't get your stick back

Bitch, i'm up in the air feel like Sinbad

I don't know what to wear and she so bad

I can't trust none these hoes yeah, they mad

I been acting real different lately ever since i've been poppin' new tags

You don't the real bitch, you don't know the feel bitch

You don't come from the rags

And, all of these niggas they after my head and they always after my racks

Swear to god mane, they chasing the bag? (Woah)

I done filled my lungs up with all this motherfuckin' Nicotine

Could of told me the truth, and you could of told me

Why you fucked up my gang and my team

I know you don't like me

But, all these drugs up in my cup?

It's so inticing

I'm still 'lil Zodiak Killa, up on this bitch with a Pisces

Fuck that hoe, I told that bitch to pour up my sprite, please

She got passion about it when she on her knees

I make my money with passion, you know that i'm real deal serious

My bitch said she cool and she straight out of hell

So I know she real deal villanous

My brother sell crack for them junkies, he real deal "shminky"

The way he sell pill and piss

I won't fuck on that hoe if she not for the gang

I'll tell that 'lil bitch that i'm celibate

We got 5G a pint and some Pro' on the low but, 'lil buddy

I know you can't sip the pit

And, these niggas, they hate with a passion and aint got no fashion

Be rocking Akoo and shit

And, my glockie go pop lock, my bitch pop rock

And her belt shine like Elvis

And, i'm off of two beans but, I feel like i'm Triplin

The way that i'm rocking my Louie V

And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-

And, i'm off of two beans and I feel like i'm Triplin the way i'm-