(Hook)
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast uh
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(Verse 1)
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I got hit up by my mans
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He told me he got a plan
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Cop a QB, break it down and sell that shit by the gram
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He told me he got a taste
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Flipped two Os in a day
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Made profit and saw his money problems almost erase
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He told me, put down 5
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That's enough for a flip
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And, Dope I know you smoke
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See, you can keep your own zip
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He told me, 50/50 profit
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A few 50s in your pocket
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And when we get the pounds
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If you peepin' what we coppin' now
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Now that all sound appealin'
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But that young life of dealin'
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Got stuck here, I'm thinkin' 'bout
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School, my future, and where we gonna end up
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Fast lives get slowed up
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By bullets who come from
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Niggas who hate you
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Bitches who snitch and niggas who rob
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Listen to moms and go get a job
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I know I said fuck it, but look at the time
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We 20 years deep, and niggas gotta eat
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Whatever move you make, my nigga
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Keep it G
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(Hook)
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast uh
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(Verse 2)
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I knew this chick
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Who's mans had a fetish for bricks
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He would stay low key
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She would bag up his shit
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Move work cross town
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Kept her stash in the whip
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Right under the seat
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And kept the bread by her tit
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One day, she was swervin' on the BQE
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She got stopped by the Ds
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Panicked and started to speed
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They caught up to her
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And put a cuff on her sleeve
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In the car they found a few keys
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Cryin', she was tryin' to breathe
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Now, they told her
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Tell us your connect, miss
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I'm seein' by your necklace
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Your man move bricks ?
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Now check it, we know your not connected
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If you give us his name
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You will get a lower sentence
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So she snitched on her man
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When he thought she would stand by his side
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Down to ride, but shortie couldn't do the time
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On him, shortie just put the crime
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Never trust a bitch in this era
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At the end of the day
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Shortie only 'bout the cheddar
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(Hook)
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast livin', fast fuckin' girls
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This the appeal of the underworld
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Fast money, fast uh
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Appeal Of The Underworld
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| Bryant Dope |
