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Preme
Preme
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PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
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Raynford Humphrey
Raynford Humphrey
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Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
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Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
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Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
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Jahron Brathwaite
Jahron Brathwaite
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Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
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Cubeatz
Cubeatz
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Prologic
Prologic
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Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough Y'all bitches ain't high enough I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah Uh, drunk and high in the crop top, look sexy Chantel Jefferies and rum and Pepsi Slide through the crib, you can call your own Uber I know that you hate it when I treat you like a groupie I got plans, and I'm tryna fix things for you, baby We ain't gotta smoke when I'm textin' you the best, baby Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough Y'all bitches ain't high enough I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah I'm hoping that you'll pull up to the function Your homies think I'm talking, well, they made the right assumption, yeah And you can tell them trouble with your loving I'm the one that got you doing private things in public, yeah I'm your man and I'm tryna make your homies happy, baby, yeah We got drank and testing you the fastest sorry, happy, baby Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough Y'all bitches ain't high enough I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you ain't gang, yeah Say you ain't no side chick You more like a side kick Ask me what the price is, loyalty is priceless Them bitches hate to see see you riding shotgun, yeah Only worried 'bout your life 'cause they ain't got one, yeah Smoking gas, pass that blunt, I'm on my last I'm the plug like the aux cord in the tax They can't catch me, coupe don't got no backseat You a bad bitch Quit acting, girl, I know you acting I dropped a 'hunnid up on a watch, it's a fortune Try to reach for my watch and my chain, no questions, we torture You say all your niggas gang bang We on the same thang Said they want the old reign Niggas, things change Y'all bitches ain't drunk enough Y'all bitches ain't high enough I just dropped thirty bands, then pulled off in that all white Lamb, yeah Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you can't hang Don't come thru if you ain't gang Don't come thru if you can't
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Shane Lindstrom, Raynford Humphrey, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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