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I ain't worried bout these niggas who be poppin now Cuz I know I'm here for long they just hot for now I was in the back but I'm leading now On a marathon i can run a mile Work the graveyard like my mama though Had a falling out but now we getting close Only fuck with niggas that ain't never told Ima mix designer with a little gold Pull up on valet that's how we hoppin out Just another day we ain't showing out Throw a couple bands cause we got it now And we be getting high ain't no coming down Pull up Valet Gucci down Old homies they not around Got a bad bitch hold me down Keep me up don't slow me down Bitch don't speak down on my gang don't you see that I rep this SHit all on my chain I ain't like none of these lames who got to keep hoes with ball and a chain Life good you don't wanna see the morge Only wanna see the court, in a sport If you ain't happy i can show you to the door And when you calling back I gotta hit ignore aye Don't know me but they got a lot to say Couple wrong turns but I ended ohkay Won't believe me how much I made today Raised off them beans and that minimum wage Work the graveyard like my mama though Had a falling out but now we getting close Only fuck with niggas that ain't never told Ima mix designer with a little gold Pull up on valet that's how we hoppin out Just another day we ain't even showing out Throw a couple bands because we got it now And we be getting high ain't no coming down Pull up Valet Gucci down Old homies they not around Got a bad bitch hold me down Keep me up don't slow me down I be trippin I know, I'm a hard headed nigga I know Had to starve before a nigga got dough I'm like my dad, so they don't think ima reach my goals Why you think a nigga always in the Stu With a bitch top down bowl of soup Can't wait til a nigga out the roof But for now, I got a lot of SHit to talk Fam wasn't fucking with us all the time Can't forget cause it's fresh on my mind No gifts it was at Christmas time I'm all in cause my life's on the line now Hundred bands but we chasing them M's times it by ten say it again Hundred bands but we chasing them M's times it by ten I bet you I am Pull up valet, pop out Another day, no showing out Throw bands, we got it now Go up, no turning down Work the graveyard like my mama though Had a falling out but now we getting close Only fuck with niggas that ain't never told Ima mix designer with a little gold Pull up on valet that's how we hoppin out Just another day we ain't even showing out Throw a couple bands because we got it now And we be getting high ain't no coming down Pull up Valet Gucci down Old homies they not around Got a bad bitch hold me down Keep me up don't slow me down (Pull up Valet) (Pull up Valet)
Writer(s): Giovanni Durruthy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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