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DeAndre Christian
DeAndre Christian
Songwriter
Bryce Bullock
Bryce Bullock
Songwriter

歌詞

She like come fuck with me ok why not Drop the lo lets chill at my spot What you love? Money a lot Money a lot Why wouldn't it? Got it out the mud, so I'm pouring Sprite through it Fucked her out the club, said her boyfriend wanna book me I'm still feeling love in some areas I shouldn't She like come fuck with me ok why not Drop the lo lets chill at my spot What you love? Money a lot Do what I want don't care who watch Gotta watch bro he get too hot She like you so nonchalant Can't lie I hear that a lot Just accept me how I am I don't do too much like them I write rhymes sam I am You a dime why you with him I won't say that mouth closed I don't really want no hoes I want unlimited rolls I want unlimited clothes Get away won't see me no more Keep all my moves on the low low I get fly in any logo I get fly and take a photo People might think I'm a showboat How he know me I don't know bro Smooth like butter sweet like cocoa You can't play me I won't go no You can't play me I won't go I won't go I play dumb and act like I don't know Like I don't know people fake so I ride solo I ride solo people talk till they get found marco polo Aye its Beez and Nox in AMGs Niggas type shit ABC I'm with the gang bitch NSG You talk that cap its RIP I'm making this music shit is my destiny That nigga a child destiny You looking we found him Best believe Pull up to a show jump in the crowd That nigga run up fan em down I'm banging the hoes surround sound Then dropped her in the lost and found What do you like? Money a lot Drop the low, pull up to my spot Who is it? Beezy and AlFenox And I don't wanna talk to you girl Now you want them diamonds and them pearls Slick like a jerry curl Whip like a Autobot world Dash got a triple digit number In the future fucking up the comma Times when a nigga wasn't famous Right now I'm trying to be patient Juice Wrld nigga armed to dangerous Paid a arm and leg for the painting Yeah ay yeah And bro be lean and pass the wok Pour that shit up with ciroc Triple doubles pass the rock Beezy and Nox shit we on top She like come fuck with me ok why not Drop the lo lets chill at my spot What you love? Money a lot Do what I want, don't care who watch Gotta watch bro he get too hot She like you so nonchalant Can't lie I hear that a lot Just accept me how I am I don't do too much like them I write rhymes sam I am You a dime while you with him I won't say that mouth closed I don't really want no hoes I want unlimited rolls I want unlimited clothes Grrah Beezy Nox Savant
Writer(s): Deandre Christian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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