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Gosha Slevpy I knew that shawty was a ho 'cause she lookin' at my watch And she always come around but she never tryna talk (Pew, pew) Got two silver chains, and they're swinging like a lock Pull up with a Glock, let it pop, take off your top My bitch flex a rack, throw it up and let it rain My lady fine as hell, and she like to give me brain Fishnets on when we fuckin', she my main Money, drugs, and bitches, the only thing I'm tryna gain I knew that shawty was a ho 'cause she lookin' at my watch And she always come around but she never tryna talk (Pew, pew) Got two silver chains, and they're swinging like a lock Pull up with a Glock, let it pop, take off your top My bitch flex a rack, throw it up and let it rain My lady fine as hell, and she like to give me brain Fishnets on when we fuckin', she my main Money, drugs, and bitches, the only thing I'm tryna gain I'ma keep it real, this a rule I'ma die under Talk on my name, shh, shush, that's the silencer Predicting all your steps like a tracer, what you know? They callin' me a King Pin 'cause I be movin' dope Let's take it outside, like, what you tryna do? You talk a big game, but we know you're gonna lose Finna sit back, get my money, change the clock 'Cause your shawty tryna take up all my time like a thot I knew that shawty was a ho 'cause she lookin' at my watch And she always come around but she never tryna talk (Pew, pew) Got two silver chains, and they're swinging like a lock Pull up with a Glock, let it pop, take off your top My bitch flex a rack, throw it up and let it rain My lady fine as hell, and she like to give me brain Fishnets on when we fuckin', she my main Money, drugs, and bitches, the only thing I'm tryna gain I knew that shawty was a ho 'cause she lookin' at my watch And she always come around but she never tryna talk (Pew, pew) Got two silver chains, and they're swinging like a lock Pull up with a Glock, let it pop, take off your top My bitch flex a rack, throw it up and let it rain My lady fine as hell, and she like to give me brain Fishnets on when we fuckin', she my main Money, drugs, and bitches, the only thing I'm tryna gain If she ain't got a AP, she is not mine You cold, he cold She belongs to the streets!
Writer(s): Ifeoluwa Samuel Folikwe, Jose Slev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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