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B-legit

Genres: Hip-Hop

Carpal Tunnel Lyrics - B-legit

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals 

Charge a bitch like incidentals 

Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils 

When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental 

You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental 

Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel 

Hustle hard, never gentle 

My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful 

Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse 

Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes 

Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop 

Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped 

Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs 

We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps 

When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast 

Bring it to your door like Uber Eats 

 

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I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel 

I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel 

 

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Took her to the strip club, dropped her off 

Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft 

Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull 

Like it in her gut with her hair pulled 

B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed 

Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 

140 acres, all trees 

Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these 

I don't think they know, I'm the one to count 

Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out 

Pack turned down, called to psyche me out 

Trips out of town then they wipe me out 

Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law 

G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra 

Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw 

She wake me in the morning, she be old flow 

 

I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel 

I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel 

 

Block jumpin' like a trampoline 

Nigga gotta move mean 

They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme 

They strung out on that crystal and promethazine 

Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech 

Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched 

Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around 

I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down 

Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster 

Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster 

Then it's retreat up out the streets 

Different city every week, all bunch of suites 

And beware of the paper trail 

Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell 

Have you shut down in a cell 

Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell 

 

I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel 

I know how the streets work 

Residue on my T-shirt 

Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled 

I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper 

I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel 

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