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Yeah Oh me, oh my 25-3-5-7-6-8 days a week I keep a .40 right beside of my lap Run up on me 'cause the smoke is free I keep that Glizzy on me Like I'm half-fed baby girl, you know that I almost over Trust nobody 'cause I see right through their nose (it I keep my friends close and my enemies closer) Blow a hundred bills make them show their true colors I-I-I know things that get your body shaking I'm not talking music stop the fuckin' dancing Swerving through the hills, I'm riding like a bandit Shorty holding on me like she drivin' stick shift Drop it, drop it, baby I don't do romance I could never fall baby girl relax All my enemies wanna see me dead Brody passed away with some things unsaid Wait, wait a minute, I just keep it 100 with it Matter fact I keep it 1000 'cause I'm good with it Ask about me baby you know that I'm true with it I keep a .40 on my lap with an extended clip 25-3-5-7-6-8 days a week You don't wanna play with me I'm not the type to let it go for free, no I keep that Glizzy on me Like I'm half-fed baby girl, you know that I almost over Trust nobody 'cause I see right through their nose (it I keep my friends close and my enemies closer) Blow a hundred bills make them show their true colors You got a problem, but you don't ever say shit I don't talk much, I don't like conversations Like leaves in autumn, the people keep on changing She had my phone snappin' pics that body bangin' Drop it, drop it, baby I don't do romance I could never fall baby girl relax All my enemies wanna see me dead Brody passed away with some things unsaid Shorty like the way I move 'cause I've been flossing Mob around with dolls and goons better be cautious Say the wrong words you gon' leave me when no option When no option I'm in Houston with the rockets Oh me, oh my 25-3-5-7-6-8 days a week I keep a .40 right beside of my lap Run up on me 'cause the smoke is free I keep that Glizzy on me Like I'm half-fed baby girl, you know that I almost over Trust nobody 'cause I see right through their nose (it I keep my friends close and my enemies closer) Blow a hundred bills make them show their true colors
Writer(s): Kyle Fisher, Gilberto Benitez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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