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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Rubin
John Rubin
Songwriter
Alexus Cannady
Alexus Cannady
Songwriter

Lyrics

I ran through them bands I ain't hurting Yea I did Lost it all before no I ain't nervous No I'm not Niggas plotting I ain't got it what's your purpose What's yo purpose Tell that Hoe I'm broke I'm out of service I'm out of service I was splurging Woo woo Bitches see me And thought I was serving I ain't serving You know She ain't mine If she ain't curving She ain't curving It ain't talking business It ain't urgent It ain't urgent Ion know what skinny jeans hov rock Ion know 5 bands all in 20s I just fit this whole knot Yea I did Oh you selling No you not You a felon Oh you is Got out early He won't tell you he was telling He won't tell you Friendly hoe she ain't mine though She ain't mine She say I'm that nigga She ain't lying though She ain't lying When I skirt That ain't speeding That's the extras Skirt skirt skirt Girl you can't talk to me crazy You ain't special You ain't special I was off the henny and The champagne Yea I was Bitch it's me or nothing Ain't no campaign No it ain't Say I'm tripping Fell in love with a stripper Get some ones Throw the funds and dismiss her Yea I did Ion know what skinny jeans hov rock 5 bands all in 20s I just fit this whole knot I ran through them bands I ain't hurting Yea I did Lost it all before so I ain't nervous No I'm not Niggas plotting I ain't got it what's your purpose What's yo purpose Tell that Hoe I'm broke I'm out of service I'm out of service I was splurging Woo woo Bitches see me and thought I was serving I ain't servin' You know She ain't mine If she ain't curving She ain't curving It ain't talking business it ain't urgent It ain't urgent Yea If you see me out Just know I'm working Yea Even in a drought I still be serving Yea yea In and out of traffic Riding with the package Yea Ain't none of this average Ain't none of this practice Naw Buying all these cars it's a fucking habit Yea In the titty bar acting like a savage Yea Take a bad bitch back to the crib Huh All this shit is lavish this just how I live Yea Yea If I take a loss I take a nigga head off In a red straight I just blew a red light On my way to the money Nigga said the bread right Went and picked it up Skirt skirt Then sped off Went and picked it up Skirt skirt Then sped off Went and picked it up Then sped off I ran through them bands I ain't hurting Yea I did Lost it all before No I ain't nervous No I'm not Niggas plotting I ain't got it what's your purpose What's yo purpose Tell that Hoe I'm broke I'm out of service So Good
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