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letra de celebration station - don trip

[intro]
yuh
yeah
[?]

[chorus]
yeah, [?] we don’t get to party till the money’s all made
and the bills is all paid, if the babies ain’t ate
why the f-ck we celebrate?
i ain’t sleep, if my eyes closed, b-tch i’m meditate
when my plug dropped the bong watch how quick i detonate
i’m so impatient, all i see is dollar signs, maybe i need lasik
shorty got too c-cky for the team, i had to waive her
you gotta be strapped around with me here sign the waiver
check my pockets, look like i’m all out of f-cks and favors
[verse]
wait, nothing left to give them from my pantry
you know i’m a beast in chef [?] kitchen, gordon ramsey
i throw on a suit, still got my pistol, meyer lansky
all my b-tches k!lling sh-t i feel like charlie manson
longest man standing, no they can’t stand me
i took all the rocks they threw at me and built a mansion
my daughter chloe came and asked me how do i get paid?
i said “daddy’s like a bulldozer, i go make [?]”
if you good at something don’t do it for free
if there’s money in it, that does it for me
wait, everything but that is obsolete
f-ck your exposure b-tch my babies got to eat
wait, f-ck you thought this was?
i can’t walk inside no bank and pay my mortgage with your love
got it out the mud
too much dirt to scrub
i said f-ck the club
i went found the plug
now i got pounds inside my subs
now i got cash inside my drawers
i’m praying my momma don’t know what i’m doing
all this grass in momma kitchen imma need a lawn mower and a leaf blower
dolph in my ear like trip keep going
pif in my ear like trip keep going
everyday i wake up next to the sticks
you would think a n-gga fell asleep in the forest
wait, i ain’t been asleep so long every time i doze off there go my phone
wait, i ain’t been asleep so long every time i doze off there go my phone
streets been setting more traps for a n-gga
than that little kid on home alone
i’m still standing strong
i know ain’t no sos en route
we all on our own, grinding for something to call our own
we all know what kind of time i’m on
if you my guy, i’m on your side to slide, if you right or wrong
but life too short, blink twice and you’ll run out of time to right your wrongs
everybody loves you when you gone
swear they miss you go in instagram the moment you dead
but two weeks later life goes on
ok here we go again
i’m still out here chasing money, i hope that becomes a trend
[chorus]
till the money’s all made
and the bills is all paid, if the babies ain’t ate
why the f-ck we celebrate?
i ain’t sleeping, if my eyes closed, b-tch i’m meditate
when my plug dropped my bong watch how quick i detonate
i’m so impatient, all i see is dollar signs, maybe i need lasik
shorty got too c-cky for the team, i had to waive her
you gotta be strapped around with me here sign the waiver
check my pockets, look like i’m all out of f-cks and favors

[outro]
wait, nothing left to give them from my pantry
you know i’m a beast in chef [?] kitchen, gordon ramsey
i throw on a suit, still got my pistol, meyer lansky
all my b-tches k!lling sh-t i feel like charlie manson

- don trip

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