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Tried to Fuck With yall niggas But for some reason yall just dont seem to get shit right So I gotta do shit myself Gave yall niggas opportunity Chances Time and time again Fuck it I got it Demon time Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Play games with yall lames I ain't got time for that shit It's a whole bag of this cash that I still got to go get Ex bitch be hitting me and I swore she hit the block list She ain't getting no dick Nah fam she had chances We don't keep shit thats no good we Cut cancers Yeah If I said No before you get the same answers Yeah I raise bars you raise glass what standards Yeah You took what they gave instead of these chances Damn Now you look back and shit want' what you planned it Fuck And you see young niggas like me and can't stand it Damn Run our own business 9 to 5 and be vamping Stand still in the dead of night but these diamonds be dancing I do not harbor the love I just be knowing it's fake yeah Instead of me giving my heart how bout I give it a break yeah None of this grounded beef stewardess bring me a steak yeah I can't not tell you the moves Only thing ima tell you is take Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Play games with y'all lames I ain't got time for that shit It's a whole bag of this cash that Im still bout to go get Tell me something you ever made a dollar chasing that bitch So how you fit with my clique I'm tired of giving y'all chances Fronting like you gone this Fronting like you gone do that I see the heights yall tryna reach But low energy don't match Bitches getting they souls snatched Hollow shells they sent back Waist training I grip that And give back shots to make ribs crack Ion talk I sit laxed Ashes out on these contract Looking out for these claws Just to make sure nigga don't get scratched These blunts don't get passed My new whip goes to fast Yea shawty got a fat ass But personalities mad trash Ima new hitta so I hit different Was warm hearted now I'm chin chillin It's less people the same mission My 2020 gave real vision I hear niggas but I don't listen I'm no shooter but I won't miss em Now aye thing but my soul missing So you know what I gone give em Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Chances everybody get chances All the bros know codes and the hoes know its no romancing Cold feet in a cold planet Fuck that we the gold standard You could either shine with us the real winners or you sun tanning Lets Go
Writer(s): Erik Spratley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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