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Attorney Video (MV)




Performed By: Cheech Gratah
Language: English
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Cheech Gratah - Attorney Lyrics




(Verse 1)
My patna' just rolled up a couple g's...
I be droppin this music, they lovin me...
Brought my homies up, they ain't unda me...
We gon bring all the heat like the summa be...
Ain't wit all these thot hoes no mo...
I got a main bitch, she da goat...
We might just drain a snitch from his throat...
Streamin it all on twitch, give a show...
We buy land dawg not a rolly...
Less have a standoff, what you holdin...
Pushin my brand y'all like it's golden...
I cannot stand y'all, and you know it...
I got a hand off to the homies...
They understand where all this goin...
Act like a man dawg, you showin...
You ain't no man dawg, you a hoe 'n
We do not f*ck with that bullshit...
If you talkin slick meet a full clip...
I walk wit'a stick, and i pull quick...
So don't talk all that shit from the pulpit...
Yea I'm with the creatures, we burnin reefer...
Rapper actin like they needin some features...
Catch them lackin we gon send them to Jesus...
No mo trappin cuz the game needs us...Huh...

(Hook)
Never spend it till you earn it...
Go n get you an attorney...
Always keep the trees burnin...
Keep on pushing till they learn it...
F*ck a bitch who in the service...
She gon ride it with a purpose...
Always make ya haters nervous...
An live ya life like its worth it...

(Verse 2)
I gotta, uh...I gotta...
Yuh, Yuh
I gotta spot..out in Nevada
I ain't copped yet, but I'm about'a
Burnin gas, yea its a lotta...
I got hitters, tryna' be my shotta...
F*ckin bitches, I ain't seen none hotta...
Seen him glitchin, must be off yo rocka...
I got some fam in New Orleans...
Don't you ever touch em, thats the wrong thing...
F*ckin 'round with the wrong team...
Man y'all some clowns, we been balling...
I got a pound that I'm hauling...
Ain't no need to dust it cuz it's all clean...
I been sayin "f*ck it" cuz they all demons...
Bout to hit the stage, got em all screamin..Huh...

(Hook)
Never spend it till you earn it...
Go n get you an attorney...
Always keep the trees burnin...
Keep on pushing till they learn it...
F*ck a bitch who in the service...
She gon ride it with a purpose...
Always make ya haters nervous...
An live ya life like its worth it...
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English

(Verse 1)
My patna' just rolled up a couple g's...
I be droppin this music, they lovin me...
Brought my homies up, they ain't unda me...
We gon bring all the heat like the summa be...
Ain't wit all these thot hoes no mo...
I got a main bitch, she da goat...
We might just drain a snitch from his throat...
Streamin it all on twitch, give a show...
We buy land dawg not a rolly...
Less have a standoff, what you holdin...
Pushin my brand y'all like it's golden...
I cannot stand y'all, and you know it...
I got a hand off to the homies...
They understand where all this goin...
Act like a man dawg, you showin...
You ain't no man dawg, you a hoe 'n
We do not f*ck with that bullshit...
If you talkin slick meet a full clip...
I walk wit'a stick, and i pull quick...
So don't talk all that shit from the pulpit...
Yea I'm with the creatures, we burnin reefer...
Rapper actin like they needin some features...
Catch them lackin we gon send them to Jesus...
No mo trappin cuz the game needs us...Huh...

(Hook)
Never spend it till you earn it...
Go n get you an attorney...
Always keep the trees burnin...
Keep on pushing till they learn it...
F*ck a bitch who in the service...
She gon ride it with a purpose...
Always make ya haters nervous...
An live ya life like its worth it...

(Verse 2)
I gotta, uh...I gotta...
Yuh, Yuh
I gotta spot..out in Nevada
I ain't copped yet, but I'm about'a
Burnin gas, yea its a lotta...
I got hitters, tryna' be my shotta...
F*ckin bitches, I ain't seen none hotta...
Seen him glitchin, must be off yo rocka...
I got some fam in New Orleans...
Don't you ever touch em, thats the wrong thing...
F*ckin 'round with the wrong team...
Man y'all some clowns, we been balling...
I got a pound that I'm hauling...
Ain't no need to dust it cuz it's all clean...
I been sayin "f*ck it" cuz they all demons...
Bout to hit the stage, got em all screamin..Huh...

(Hook)
Never spend it till you earn it...
Go n get you an attorney...
Always keep the trees burnin...
Keep on pushing till they learn it...
F*ck a bitch who in the service...
She gon ride it with a purpose...
Always make ya haters nervous...
An live ya life like its worth it...
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