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Ugh, fuck Lemme hit that shit Went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket, dark cup sippin' I'm dark cup sippin' I went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket I met her in the bus, I was starin' at her titties You ain't even got no shoes, how he think he runnin' with me? Send her OT to go shopping, I don't gotta go Bitch irritating me, so I ain't dealin' with my other hoes Cemetery in my pocket, came from bags and I was pullin' phones I been having this, makin' bitches wanna sell they soul She gon' say she fucked five niggas, but it's 20 more I don't believe shit no hoe sayin', I just go alone Up them niggas out there on the road, being safe, going through these stores Go be loyal to this money, don't be loyal to these hoes Spent this last on that jewelry, know that nigga money froze I'll fuck with you on the price, if you grab a bigger load We ain't flamin' for no reason, eating steak with the bros I can take yo' shoes off, or I can put them bitches on I'ma clean raw sippa A nigga drinking hit, I don't think he know the difference Got a fresh pack of virgins, I'ma crack 'em while I sip 'em Boy, you needa tie 'em up, you can't run, you be trippin' She love the way I talk, 'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it We don't sign to a nigga that act gay all in they feelings Richer than them niggas not, and they soft, so I ain't trippin' I can't wait to see a nigga act gang, go and strip 'em I park in the handicap 'cause everybody know I'm here 20 sticks in the car, like T.I. but I ain't Tip I'ma make 'em do they job, get behind me, Ima send it Bum crumb niggas droppin' videos, nobody listen I got 30,000 on me, I'm just ridin' 'round chillin' White rose on this Audemar, my Cuban's worth 50 Niggas wake up going bar for bar, but I'ma stick to sippin' You can see me in the dark when VVS's get to trippin' I'ma clean raw sippa A nigga drinking hit, I don't think he know the difference Got a fresh pack of virgins, I'ma crack 'em while I sip 'em You needa tie your shoes up, you can't run, you be slippin' She love the way I talk, 'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it My name really good, I get whatever on commission I can buy my own load, I don't need a nigga blessing I'm a eight digit nigga, I ain't sittin' around texting
Writer(s): Eliahu Lyandres, Graham Jr Travon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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