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Theodore Grams - Extra lyrics

The club, that's my job. The mall, that's my job. Your neighborhood, that's….my job. This studio? This is my life. This is what I do better than I do anything, so why wouldn't I do it all the time. See that's the difference between you and I. You get money and you get crazy, I get crazy then I get money

(wait a minute, wait a minute)

They count me out
I count them bands they try to count me in
I say count me out
I'm countin bands, don't need no extra friends
I could use an extra scale, extra house, extra b**h
I could use some extra mouth cause shorty head is excellent

Aye, street money, rap money, we finessing it
Aye, paved the way, paved my way so I ain't stressin it, no
Rappers sneak dissing, subliminal messages, aye
I got homies ducking cases, talking evidence, woah

We ain't sweating it, no
We ain't sweating it, no
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I got extra clips, aye
I got extra clips, aye
We ain't sweating it, no
I got extra clips, aye
I got extra clips, aye
We ain't sweating it, no

They count me out
I count them bands they try to count me in
I say count me out
I'm countin bands, don't need no extra friends
I could use an extra scale, extra house, extra b**h
I could use some extra mouth cause shorty head is excellent

I got scoobies, I got sauce and I got pressure, pressure
I got extra, I got extra, I got extra, extra
f** a skizzy, I can use my eyes to measure, measure
Cause I got extra, I got extra, I got extra, extra, aye

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