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We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place | |
You say you got a girl, yeah, how you want me? How you want me when you got a girl? | |
Run fast from my day job, Runnin' fast from the way it was, Jump quick to a pay check, Runnin' back to the strip club | |
*SONG TITLE*, I don't even understand how the **** my plug talk. | |
You get the bag and fumble it. *SONG TITLE* and flip it and tumble it | |
You probably think that you are *SONG TITLE*, *SONG TITLE*. You only say that 'cause I'm not around, not around | |
Why you make it so complicated? Off the drink, we concentratin' | |
*SONG TITLE*, put that thing in sports | |
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh, That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh | |
I woke up Chris Breezy, oh my god I'm the man. I’m so fly and I can dance. There’s tattoos on my neck. | |
I admit it, another ho got me finished. Broke my heart, oh no you didn't | |
Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh, You decide if you're ever gonna let me know (yeah) | |
Everybody rock with me because I'm up now. Took your girl and I'ma score, like I made the touch-down | |
Poopy-di scoop scoop-diddy-whoop whoop-di-scoop-di-poop | |
This is what you call a flip, ten keys from a quarter brick | |
Miss me with that bullsh*t. You ain't really wild, you a tourist. | |
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof). Trap ni*ga with the chickens like Popeye's | |
Only wear designer, *SONG TITLE*. Hoppin' out the Wraith, *SONG TITLE* | |
*SONG TITLE*. Don't catch you slippin' now. Don't catch you slippin' now. Look what I'm whippin' now. | |
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha ****. But we more like Belly—Tommy and Keisha sh*t | |
I've been fu*kin' hoes and poppin' pillies man, I feel just like a *SONG TITLE* | |
Your bi*ch wanna party with Cardi. Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari | |
My bi*ch too foreign, need a visa, I don't need her | |
*SONG TITLE* I spent with someone else, She wasn't even half of you, Reminiscin' how you felt | |
Ni*gas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh. Got the blicky, uh, drum, it holds fifty, uh. | |
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I tell all my hoes, '*SONG TITLE*, break it down, bag it up' | |
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah. Check in with me and do your job | |
Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stunting, I like shining. I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bi*ch I'm signin'. | |
Take my shoes and walk a mile, somethin' that you can't do. Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves) | |
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah. Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah | |
Through drought and famine, natural disasters, My baby has been around for me | |
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? I just popped a xan, fifty thousand in *SONG TITLE*. | |
You ain't the one for me, baby, you ain't got sh*t I need, bi*ch. You want me to take my time with you, well maybe I'm not your speed bi*ch. | |
I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me. Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me | |
Love, let's talk about love. Is it anything and everything you hoped for? | |
I'm always ready for a war again, Go down that road again, It's all the same | |
Said, 'Lil bi*ch, you can't fu*k with me if you wanted to' | |
The truth will set you free. But first, it'll piss you off | |
Everybody get your mothafu*kin' roll on. I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song | |
What's in ya' mug? Toasted up, nah, I ain't hostin', Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it. | |
*SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE* *SONG TITLE*, Spend three racks on a new chain, My bi*ch love do cocaine, ooh | |
Gu-*SONG TITLE*, fu*k it, hit your bitch in my socks, This a big watch, diamond drippin' off of the clock. | |
Ayo, look like I'm goin' for a swim. Dunk on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim | |
She see money all around me, I look like I'm the man, yeah | |
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it | |
Damn, my AP goin' *SONG TITLE*, lil' mama bad like Michael. Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you | |
Done with these ni*gas, I don't love these ni*gas, I dust off these ni*gas, do it for fun | |
And I got all the drugs in the world that you need. We get high to pass time but bi*ch I ain't no fiend | |
901 Shelby Drive, *SONG TITLE*, *SONG TITLE*. Ni*gas came up on this side, now they on the other side | |
I left a ni*ga on read 'cause I felt like it. Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket | |
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