Peaches (Oticia Redmond) - Round Da World lyrics

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Peaches (Oticia Redmond) - Round Da World lyrics

[Hook] We been all around the world, and it's all the same See these n***as ain't changed, and the game is strange (get off your a**, too early to lay it down We on a mission for big heads, and y'all can't hold us down) [Mike D] These n***as don't want the riches, these n***as want the b**hes Wide bodies with switches, platinum pieces that glisten My paper rowdy to start, man I been on the grind Sacrificing and paying dues, to shine and get mine From the dope game to the rap game, from the rap game to the dope game Street n***as feel our pain, we grave diggers for the fame From rocks to blocks, and duct taping 'em up Dragging boys out they boots, on that big head hunt It was all in the making, a young youth with loot Street smart plus heart, migrated to the booth Had to put my boogie down, with them ducks and pounds Wrapped up and compressed, to distract them bloodhounds As time evolved, I kept my 40 for squealers K ept them young broads kneeling, as my paper hit the ceiling This game we're revealing baby, is sold out to' Taking trips around the world, serving raw by the load cause I been [Hook - 2x] [Clay-Doe] I been all around this world, and nothing changed Gold diggers looking for n***as, with ghetto fame Boys aiming, to impress these hoes While gorillas they bout scrilla, masterplanning all my X and O's Scratching and core it, I'm all out for it I can't ignore it, so I'ma stack it I'ma store it Til' it's millionaire status, in a millionaire's palace n***as wrists and chests, fifty plus karats Lifestyles of the rich and lavish Bumps and bruises got me dropping off, out here trying to manage the damage Keep me scrambling and rambling, from H-Town to Dallas Texas G's, and no we won't panic I know it's hard, for you foreigners to understand it Respect is demanded, or boys getting knocked off with the cannon I went, on a quest a r ound this planet For the scrilla and got it, everywhere that I landed [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] I been all around the world, and it's all the same People struggle and hustle, but you gotta maintain From Texas to Maine, it's the same in every hood Gotta get up off your a**, to make sh** all good Riding leather and wood, cause boys don't like that Tilting my dob hat, on a mission for my stacks Haters trying to hold you back, and keep a playa down But S.S.P. shine forever, Screwed Up underground How you like us now, we worldwide and legit Ghetto dreams came true, cause it's money over a b**h 3-2 will never switch, just cause my paper get long Cause you can't take it, with you when you gone From swangas and two prone, to sitting on twinkies Brick homes and bank accounts, with iced out piece watch and pinkies This game done got janky, so I'm heated all times On a grind, all around the world getting mine [Hook - 2x] (Peaches) Get off your a**, oooh and stack your cash It's too early, it's too early to lay it down Oh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah-yeah oooh yeah oh