Lyrics

Ayy, I just let my chain hang, swingin' on 'em (yeah, yeah) You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah) They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah) Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt) Weavin' through the traffic (yeah, yeah) You can roll my dope, don't make a habit of it (yeah, yeah) I took his spot, he thought he had it (yeah, yeah) I know you know it never mattered to me Every day, I let the razor do the talkin', talkin' Such a shame that this money's all you really wanted Every night, I need a lighter, this one barely sparkin' Every morning, dark clouds hang above me, fuck (sesh) Ayy, I just let my chain hang, swingin' on 'em (yeah, yeah) You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah) They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah) Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt) Yeah, different colored stones look like Now and Laters Lit up like it's Christmas, feelin' like I'm a waiter She don't know, no, only now or later Reptilian my interior, crocodile, alligator I don't ever 'gotta try too hard He got knocked off, he took it too far I don't ever gotta try too hard Under the neon room as I kick my boots up
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