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I had to leave niggas right where they started at Fuck on that bitch and you know I ain't calling back I'm with the set and you know we get plenty racks I fuck with my slimes all my niggas they been slatt So much designer a nigga can mix match Slide in a coupe and it's tinted it's pitch black Ain't kissing that bitch I don't know where her lips at These niggas gone switch up for a Lil drop of fame I feel like jason with that fucking blade, yea I had to walk right in that fucking rain, yea I want all my niggas getting paid Cus we self made Lil bitch I'm the plug you the buyer All my niggas plugged in like the wire Yea these niggas can't shoot misfire I like amiri's that come with them rips She said she won't fuck but she fucking again You lied to me once I can't trust you again Run off on the plug and I'll do it again Big body benz swerving in that big body benz Young nigga trynna do the digital dash Your money come slow and my money come fast I'm driving a mazi my foot on the gas I ran in his house gave a fuck bout a mask I live every day just like it was my last I'm fucking these hoes just like it was my last Young nigga getting that sack Yea a young nigga still getting that sack Yea a young nigga still popping them tags Yea a young nigga still run up them racks Yea on slime I had to leave niggas right where they started at Fuck on that bitch and you know I ain't calling back I'm with the set and you know we get plenty racks I fuck with my slimes all my niggas they been slatt So much designer a nigga can mix match Slide in a coupe and it's tinted it's pitch black Ain't kissing that bitch don't know where her lips at
Writer(s): Sy Santana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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