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    Lancey Foux – MMM HMM feat. Sexyy Red – Lyrics

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    Lancey Foux – MMM HMM (feat. Sexyy Red – Lyrics Letra ) Letra Lancey Foux Lancey Foux – MMM
    Chorus: Lancey Foux
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the yes (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Make her arch her back, she give me the best (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the X (Mmm-hmm-hmm, chyeah)
    Walk inside the bank, they give me the check (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm (Brr)
    Verse 1: Lancey Foux
    Think I caught a cramp with the money step (Mmm-hmm-hmm, caught a cramp with the money step)
    Keep the old stick, army vet (Mmm-hmm-hmm, chyeah, huh)
    Keep my new chick tsunami wet (Hmm-hmm-hmm, huh)
    Tatted on my neck, arm, leg (Mmm-hmm-hmm, huh)
    Had to make it easy so you get it (Hmm-hmm-hmm)
    I’ma make it hard for the next (Mmm-hmm-hmm, next)
    Niggas snitchin’, I can’t send a text (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Mob boss, made a killing all in my head (Mmm-hmm-hmm, mob)
    Mob boss, I just landed in New York
    I just put a vibe from the Bronx in new Louis Vuitton
    Riding with my ting out in Brooklyn in a new Porsche
    Slidin’ with my goons out in Harlem, I’d break the law
    I just left Queens, I called Rubi for a zed of V each
    Still tryna deny me, even though I’m legendary
    I walked outside and I seen ‘bout ten of me
    Shoutout Strick, free Slime out the fuckin’ penitentiary, ha-ha (Baow)

    Chorus: Lancey Foux
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the yes (Mmm-hmm-hmm, chyeah)
    Make her arch her back, she give me the best (Mmm-hmm-hmm, huh)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the X (Mmm-hmm-hmm, huh)
    Walk inside the bank, they give me the check (Mmm-hmm-hmm, huh)
    Verse 2: Sexyy Red
    Lancey, Lancey, I’m ghetto and I’m fancy (Sexyy, mmm-hmm)
    My hair and my nails match my panties (Mmm-hmm)
    I’m sexy, look like a piece of candy (Yeah, mmm-hmm)
    You want a bad bitch, diamonds dancing (Bling)
    St. Louis shit, bouncing ass, cross the pond (Yeah)
    My UK nigga wanna eat me ‘cause I’m fine (Duh, mmm-hmm)
    Dye my hair red, or I dye it blonde (Mmm-hmm)
    Ass fat, look like I got it done (Bounce)
    Vroom-vroom, cars real fast and they tinted, yeah
    Booty shorts on with the STL fitted cap
    Ghetto rich bitch, got them pounds in a Prada bag
    With my London bitches overseas, yeah, we acting bad
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    He give me that neck, mmm-hmm-hmm
    Got my hair done and he shot the text, mmm-hmm-hmm
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    We both off X, mmm-hmm-hmm
    Lancey think I’m cute and he wanna have sex
    Mmm-hmm-hmm (Sexyy)

    Chorus: Lancey Foux, Sexyy Red & Both
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the yes, mmm-hmm-hmm (Chyeah)
    Make her arch her back, she give me the best, mmm-hmm-hmm (Rah)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm (Yeah)
    She give me the X Mmm-hmm-hmm (yeah, yeah)
    Huh, walk inside the bank, they give me the check, nmm-hmm-hmm (yeah)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the yes (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Make her arch her back, she give me the best (Mmm-hmm-hmm)
    Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm
    She give me the X, mmm-hmm-hmm
    Huh, walk inside the bank, they give me the check, mmm-hmm-hmm (chyeah)
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    Lyna Mahyem – Step By Step Lyrics

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    Lyna Mahyem – Step By Step ( Letra officiel) Letra Lyna Mahyem Lyna Mahyem – Step By Step ( Letra officiel)
    Ce matin c’est spécial je ressens le désir
    Le regard que tu me portes me rend bête
    Deux trois sms tes mots doux me font plaisir
    Besoin de toi pour me vider la tête

    Oh eh oh ça va trop vite
    Oh eh oh
    Oh eh oh je sens le désir
    Oh eh oh

    Entre nous deux c’est step by step
    Le meilleur reste à venir step by step
    Entre nous ça fait one two step
    Fait monter la cadence du one two step

    Oh eh oh ça va trop vite
    Oh eh oh bae
    Oh eh oh je sens le désir
    Oh eh oh

    Entre nous deux c’est step by step

    Si tu doutes encore sur nos projets d’avenir
    La courbe de mon cœur te fera changer d’avis
    Je sais ce qui fait plaisir à mon baby baby
    Je le connais par cœur c’est moi sa lady lady
    Je veux que tu sois mon allié
    A vie je le voudrais
    Je veux faire de toi mon allié
    A vie je le voudrais, je le voudrais

    Entre nous deux c’est step by step
    Le meilleur reste à venir step by step
    Entre nous ça fait one two step
    Fait monter la cadence du one two step

    Oh eh oh ça va trop vite
    Oh eh oh bae
    Oh eh oh je sens le désir
    Oh eh oh

    Entre nous deux c’est step by step
    Le meilleur reste à venir step by step
    Entre nous ça fait one two step
    Fait monter la cadence du one two step

    Step by step
    One two step
    Step by step
    One two step

    Entre nous deux c’est step by step

    Step by step
    Entre nous ça fait one two step
    Step by step
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    IDK – Cleopatra Lyrics

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    IDK – Cleopatra ( Lyrics ) Letra idk IDK – Cleopatra ( Lyrics )
    Intro
    E-E-E-ENDRU
    Yeah, yeah

    Pre-refren
    La concerte moshpit, Pit Bull, Bullseye șapca
    Acu-i la modă s-asculți neironic IDK
    N-am d-alea să mă jur aiurea, jur, să moară tată
    Cred c-am vedenii, m-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra

    Refren
    Cleopatra, Cleopatra
    M-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra
    La cum vorbesc unii, îi mănâncă beregata
    Sunt locu’ unu, nici măcar n-a-nceput joaca
    Strofa 1
    Dacă e greu, mă fac că plouă
    Fac din o mie două
    N-o să muncesc de la 12 la 9
    Cui pula mea îi pasă ce vă convine vouă?
    Căci cel mai important factor e să ne placă nouă
    Dau o sută șpagă doar așa de formă
    Ăștia sunt sub noroi, eu am ajuns sus pe platformă
    Toți golanii se pișă pe uniformă
    Da-i apelează dacă situația nu-i sub control, fă
    Fac banii еvantai să îmi fac vânt
    N-am zis eu niciodată că-s vreun sfânt
    Știu că vă-ncurcă crucea dе la gât
    Ce filme-mi face Cleopatra (Yeah), jur, m-a omorât (Yeah)

    Pre-refren
    La concerte moshpit, Pit Bull, Bullseye șapca
    Acu-i la modă s-asculți neironic IDK
    N-am d-alea să mă jur aiurea, jur, să moară tată
    Cred c-am vedenii, m-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra

    Refren
    Cleopatra, Cleopatra
    M-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra
    La cum vorbesc unii, îi mănâncă beregata
    Sunt locu’ unu, nici măcar n-a-nceput joaca
    Strofa 2
    Și-mi zice să vin înspre ea: “Hai vino-ncoa'”
    Da’ mi-e așa că de m-apropii, o să îmi facă ceva
    Fă, de-mi faci rele, jur pe familia mea
    Că fac o groapă și te-arunc cu tot cu sarcofag în ea
    Se-apleacă-n jos și-mi zice că am trei dorințe, zic: “what?”
    Mai bine dă-mi, fă, număru’ că-ți scriu pe WhatsApp
    Îmi vrea la schimb trecutu’, ce s-a întâmplat?
    Și-mi zice că sunt special, că nu-s ca orice terminat
    Și zic: “wow”, chiar e posibil să am tot ce vreau
    Trapperii de mâine mă urmăreau
    La colțuri de bloc ăștia mă vorbeau
    Da’ știam că mă invidiau, știu că-i roade invidia
    Și după droguri, kisses like: “mwah”
    Cum face legea prin deșert, cum vrea ea
    Și mi s-a pus pata, vreau să fii a mea
    Și dac-ar refuza, numai ea pierdea
    Și-ncearcă să mă șantajeze cumva
    Da’ nu mă vrăjește pe mine curva
    Mie mi-e frică să nu zică cuiva
    Că n-o să creadă nimeni povestea asta

    Pre-refren
    La concerte moshpit, Pit Bull, Bullseye șapca
    Acu-i la modă s-asculți neironic IDK
    N-am d-alea să mă jur aiurea, jur, să moară tată
    Cred c-am vedenii, m-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra
    Refren
    Cleopatra, Cleopatra
    M-am pierdut în junglă, am dat de Cleopatra
    La cum vorbesc unii, îi mănâncă beregata
    Sunt locu’ unu, nici măcar n-a-nceput joaca
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    Yo Gotti – I’m Out Lyrics

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    Yo Gotti – I’m Out ( Lyrics Lyric ) Letra Yo Gotti Yo Gotti – I’m Out ( Lyrics Lyric )
    Intro
    See, I look at this shit like football, you know what I’m sayin’?
    Ayy, this that NFL, nigga (June, you’re a genius)
    Never felt love
    Never found love
    And of course
    No fake love

    Verse 1
    I survived the streets (Streets), and never been touched (Touched)
    They call it manifestin’, I just never lost a crush
    Niggas actin’ sus (Sus), you should call ‘em sis (Huh?)
    And I ain’t homophobic, you just actin’ like a bitch
    Free that nigga— that shit foul as it gets
    Openin’ up the ‘Gram, watchin’ his homeboy snitch
    Hurt me to my heart (Heart), sickness in my stomach (Stomach)
    Seein’ him in that courtroom make me wanna vomit (Ugh)
    Interlude
    Ayy, free them niggas for real
    Ayy, we prayin’ for you, my nigga, we know what you goin’ through

    Verse 2
    I got rich and started stressin’, this a curse or it’s a blessin’?
    We spend millions on security, but they still ain’t no protection
    I’m in NY with my weapon (Weapon), I’m in LA with my weapon (Weapon)
    I’m on offense, I’m on defense, play with me, I’m star steppin’
    My Phantom just get driven (Driven), I wake up with adrenaline (I’m nervous)
    We never said don’t love your bitch, just don’t put her in your business (You heard me?)
    That’s pressure on your children (You heard me?), they mama now a witness (A witness)
    Her family just diss him because that shit can’t be forgiven (And that’s that)
    Big Gotti, yeah, I’m cocky (Cocky)
    Three-carat tennis chain on my bitch and that shit rocky (Rocky)
    Yeah, I ain’t talkin’ boxin’
    Floors full of white and ice, no hockey
    Pots on stoves, niggas cookin’ it like hibachi
    Niggas fuckin’ up the re-up, steady stackin’ up the profits
    Runnin’ ‘round here flexin’, buyin’ watches
    Ma, I pray these niggas stop it
    Only postin’ on my socials, ‘cause I ain’t social
    Ayy, that’s Gotti, he paranoid, don’t approach him
    And you know he got that toaster
    And you know he havin’ motion
    Somethin’ big, one in the head, that shit ain’t sittin’ inside no holster
    Ain’t never acceptin’ no ho shit, that nigga there gon’ be vocal
    Just bought a crib on the coastal, he ain’t goin’ back and forth with no locals
    Ain’t goin’ back and forth with no dealer
    You want a bad bitch, you can build her
    See, I’m the type that don’t kiss and tell
    I’ll never buy a bitch a BBL
    But I’ll buy a ho a lot of Chanel
    Make a wish, I’m a well (Well)
    I’m a gangster and a player (Player)
    How she yours if you pay her?
    How she mine, half-naked?
    On the ‘Gram, can’t respect it (Can’t)
    Real nigga, I’ma check it (Check it)
    Know the brand, protect it
    Reputation and relationships, gotta know your worth
    That’s a Birkin with no money in it, bitch, you livin’ out a purse
    And I can’t believe you niggas talkin’ on these phones (For real?)
    Callin’ from a jail like you alone, you niggas ain’t tryna come home
    Damn, they said on the call that they recordin’, you not listenin’? (This call is subject to recording and monitoring)
    I don’t get it, ‘cause you ignorin’ it
    And I just seen a father (Father), tellin’ on his son (Disgusting)
    And I just seen a drug dealer (A drug dealer?), tellin’ on his moms
    I’m officially out these streets, nigga (It’s over), what have it become?
    I got principles and morals, but my feelings all numb (Shh)
    Outro
    Where I come from, every day you wake up, every day you leave the house, you takin’ a chance on
    Goin’ to the federal penitentiary or gettin’ killed
    All my closest friends gone
    You know what I’m sayin’? I know what come with this lifestyle, like
    That’s why I trip off on these—
    That always wanna specify how much they in the street and how much they wanna be street in they hood
    Nigga, where I come from, you tryna get out the hood
    That’s the obstacle, nigga
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    Lauren Daigle – Be Okay Lyrics

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    Lauren Daigle – Be Okay ( Lyrics Lyric ) Letra Lauren Daigle Lauren Daigle – Be Okay Lyrics
    You’re gonna be okay
    You’re gonna be okay
    Oh, the sun will keep on risin’ in that old familiar way
    And every little thing is gonna be okay

    You’re gonna be all right
    Darling, you’re, you’re gonna be all right
    ‘Cause the stars will keep on shinin’ through the darkest night
    And you can know you’re gonna be all right

    Lift your eyes to the hills
    Remember where your help comes from
    Lift your eyes to the hills
    You’ll never face a valley alone
    ‘Cause even when your heart is breakin’
    And you’ve gone and lost your way
    You’re, you’re gonna be okay

    You’re gonna be okay
    I know that you’re, you’re gonna be okay
    Not a care in this whole world can take that truth away
    You’re, you’re gonna be okay

    You’re gonna be all right
    Darlin’, you’re, you’re gonna be all right
    Oh the end of our last breath, when we’re beckoned onto the light
    Love will meet you there, you’re gonna be all right
    Oh the end of our last breath is the beginning of new life
    You’re, you’re gonna be all right

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    Talakaka – APETOR feat Santrinos Raphael x Black Manu Lyrics

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    Talakaka – APETOR feat Santrinos Raphael x Black Manu ( Letra Lyrics) Letra TALAKAKA OFFICIEL
    Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
    [formidable id=4]
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    VIVI, KWELLER – MIAMI Letra

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    VIVI, KWELLER – MIAMI Letra Vivi VIVI, KWELLER – MIAMI ( Lyrics)

    Sobe, desce, sempre pede mais
    Mami, papi, no banco de trás
    Chove like, eles vem atrás
    Sexy drive, ran daran dadan

    Sobe na garupa da mami
    Sei que cê conhece meu nome, Vivi
    Segue quando sente o perfume
    Gosto quando aumenta o volume

    Cola que a minha pistaleva pra Miami
    Cê quer adrenalina? Me arranha e me lambe
    Tô na direção, dona do balão
    Se não tá comigo tá na contramão
    Cola que a minha pista leva longe

    Sobe, desce, sempre pede mais
    Mami, papi, no banco de trás
    Chove like, eles vem atrás
    Sexy drive, ran daran dadan

    [Kweller]
    Sobe na garupa tipo sua bunda eu empino
    Direto pra minha cama ce ja sabe qual o destino
    A noite não termina
    600 cavalo no meu carro não cavalga o mesmo tanto que essa mina
    Sobe, desce, desse jeito eu viro seu fã
    Pode sentar até de manhã
    Cara de anjo com coração de vilã
    Várias bebê
    Entre todas elas eu escolho você
    Ninguém nunca vai saber
    O que cê faz no banco dessa SUV
    Faz chover
    Desse jeito vou precisar de uma umbrela
    999 meu número na sua tela
    E se quiser um replay, tudo bem
    Ce pode ligar pro Kwella

    Sobe, desce, sempre pede mais
    Mami, papi, no banco de trás
    Chove like, eles vem atrás
    Sexy drive, ran daran dadan

    Sobe, desce, sempre pede mais
    Mami, papi, no banco de trás
    Chove like, eles vem atrás
    Sexy drive, ran daran dadan

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    MADUWA – DOPE RAPPER Lyrics

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    MADUWA – DOPE RAPPER ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra MADUWA MADUWA – DOPE RAPPER ( Lyrics Letra )
    Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
    [formidable id=4]
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    Yo Gotti – Pop My Shit Lyrics

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    Yo Gotti – Pop My Shit ( Lyrics) Letra Yo Gotti Yo Gotti – Pop My Shit ( Lyrics Lyric
    Intro
    Pop your shit
    I been pop, pop, poppin’ shit
    Let me pop my shit

    Chorus
    Yeah, let me pop my shit
    Niggas flat out hatin’ (For what?), you ain’t no opp of shit
    Ha, yeah, and we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit
    Verse 1
    You might catch me in a tux’ (suited)
    Factory on the Phantom and you pussies know what’s up (know what’s up)
    Bowtie on my collar (Collar), hundred thousand dollars
    Got my slippers sayin’ Prada
    And my ho don’t give me problems
    My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo)
    I’m a street nigga, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (Woo)
    And it’s all there
    Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin’ at God? Y’all hittin’ all air
    My cars ain’t no flex to me
    Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
    Shе can’t get these racks from mе, gotta arch that back for me
    Wake her up, put her back to sleep (Yeah)
    Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (Okay)
    Tell the world how you fuck with me now

    Chorus
    Yeah, let me pop my shit
    Niggas flat out hatin’ (Hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
    Ha, yeah, and we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit (Pah, pah)
    Yeah, let me pop my shit
    Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
    Ha, yeah, and we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit
    Verse 2
    Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah)
    I’m consistent, I won’t ever let up if I wanted you
    I’m persistent, I see every detail and won’t skip a step
    Real leader, won’t tell my dog do somethin’ I wouldn’t do myself
    We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and we leave Fendi on the shelf
    Your rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn’t help myself
    Million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy
    Plug trust me, weed musty
    Streets love me and I love ‘em back
    Gave my bitch a million, she been turnin’ up, don’t know how to act
    Here’s another million, better flip that shit and bring it back
    Real hustler, so that’s the type of shit that I attract
    And she turn me on, ridin’ that dick and talkin’ ‘bout a sack

    Chorus
    Pop your shit
    Yeah, let me pop my shit
    Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
    Ha, yeah, and we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit (Pah, pah)
    Yeah, let me pop my shit
    Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
    Ha, yeah, and we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit
    Outro
    I be on that straight get to the money
    And we opposite
    I be on that straight get to the money
    Don’t make me drop some shit
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    BABY GRAVY – Nightmare on Peachtree St. (feat. Freddie Dredd) Lyrics

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    BABY GRAVY – Nightmare on Peachtree St. (feat. Freddie Dredd) Lyrics Lyric Letra bbno$ BABY
    HOOK
    Freddie – shows!
    Gravy – were they at?
    Baby – sold out
    Yea – tour the world
    Get the bag
    Get the money
    Pipe your mom
    She so lovely
    Never wife a thot I love da money
    Out in San Diego with some boys
    3 days no sleep can’t keep poised
    Uhhhhh hold up!

    VERSE 1
    Gravy:
    Real short real stout no tea cup
    I ain’t even gon fuck no prenup
    Seed planter, Mr. Peanut
    Got grass, CH-CH-CHIA
    Fuck contacts I dont wanna see ya (nope)
    Splash, onomatopoeia
    I’m colder, I can guarantee ya
    My whole damn closet all zebra
    My bitch delicious
    Yo bitch fictitious
    Gravy so clean you should see my dishes
    Peep how I live think I got 3 wishes:
    Endless ice, bread, bitches
    I aint never lackin
    I be gettin to the action
    Im finessing with a passion
    president of smashing,
    5 time champion
    Gravy came through and put fashion out of fashion

    BRIDGE:
    Gravy:
    da da da da da da
    We pull up they say ooh la la
    da da da da da da
    Da da da da

    Freddie:
    Yung gravy and bbno$ have me trapped here
    Force me to do this part

    VERSE 2
    Freddie:
    Steppin on the bitch
    I ain’t wifin no fuck hoe
    What the freddie needs
    Is a god damn gat hoe
    Lurkin in the dark I need no sight
    That fool on a goddamn bike
    Boom from the glock and I take his shit
    What the Fred get, lil money and a bic
    Spark my dark then I head into the park
    God damn boy, ain’t got no heart
    Miss my home is it ever so deep
    Walking in the heat while I bump J’s beats
    Ima hang ya from a noose from Gravy height
    Got no feel bitch better come and fight
    Too dope got rope in my backpack
    Lil bitch wanna suck on my nutsack
    Got steeze oh please gimme all that
    Owe me money Imma need some fucking cash back
    Bitch wanna suck on my goddamn peter
    Understand hoe I’m a goddamn leader
    Slob on my knob I’m gonna complete it
    Turn around baby girl I wanna squeeze it
    Cold in the club got your bitch shiverin’
    Stole your hoe like the goddam bling ring
    Backpack full of that loot
    I’m so petty Imma teef your boots

    HOOK
    Freddie – shows!
    Gravy – were they at?
    Baby – sold out
    Yea – tour the world
    Get the bag
    Get the money
    Pipe your mom
    She so lovely
    Never wife a thot I love da money
    Out in San Diego with some boys
    3 days no sleep can’t keep poised
    Uhhhhh hold up!

    VERSE 3
    bbno$:
    Pussy boys bugging im pesticide
    4 billie streams like im bonafide
    MK2 its a joy ride
    She jeckle me off like im mr Hyde
    Boys in the stu off the DMT
    yeah we quite high got my dick and my balls in-er
    while im at 5 guys
    Mayo with the fries
    Eyes on the prize
    Its bag bag bag
    Baby no money what u say say say
    Only ever tryna get paid paid paid
    Pop it, bop it, lock it, fade!!!
    Dunno how I got laid laid laid
    Got a little pump she got a d and a rose
    10 like ben 10 wrist on frozen
    Merch seller full name Jason clothes
    Never sold out but I sold out shows
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