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I bring the beef (yeah) No GMOS I’m cooking these n***as And that’s how it goes Smokin exotic You smoking them mids Bachelor pad N***a that’s how I live If she not f**kin Don’t come to my crib N***as is b*t*hes It is what it is Yeah it is what is I said what I said I stay in my lane But I stick to my bread If you act crazy Then I go insane Look at the time I’m going dame Yeah ice in my veins I feel like russel Rip NIPSEY But that’s how I hustle Coming up broke hoes never showed me love Now everywhere I go b*t*hes fiending For a hug I Moved a lil weight Yeah I used to be the plug Depend on what you want from shoes To some drugs(yeah) Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through You a stain Yo n***as on dirt (yeah) Sellin mids but calling it purp (yeah) I know that hurt Yo girl is a flirt (yeah) You clock in Then I give her that work (yeah) You move weight I'll give you those props(yeah) But Always dry when I come to shop (yeah) You claim you ball cause you touched that rock(yeah) But wouldn't make the cavs like they was ankle socks(yeah) But anyway just back to the bread Imma young n***a Just tryna get ahead (yeah) Laughing to the bank Like N***a I’m dead (yeah) Money talks Idc what you said(yeah) What you say? Couldn’t really hear you With this money in the way If you ain’t talking money f**k out my face Money comin in (yeah) Money on the way out You can keep the snacks I need a b*t*h that look like takeout Posted in the cut with my n***as like a stakeout If you bring the beef my n***a know this a steakhouse Bad b*t*h Chauffeur whippin the Benz Ray bans (by the lens) Tryna get you and yo friends Cause we both know how this night should end Not saying you a sl*t Tryna get you in the cut Get out my feelings and into some guts 50 shades of love Cause I know you like it rough(baby) Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through We can kick it at my crib If you want to, I’m on it Ridin on my squash Late night til the mornin Need you alone Drop yo friends off at Te’ spot(king te’) Yo friends said they faithful Te’ said they not(nah) Shorty soakin wet Breath hot while she yawnin (splash) 360 in that thang 6’6 b*t*h I’m ballin Stay off my phone girl Buggin you is too hot Yo last dude was clingy Baby I’m not But her neck strong So I call her throat King Kong Thought we slept alone Woke up, and I seen 3 thongs Her friend went to Te’ But her fine cousins came along Had me some orange juice Baby, I’m gone Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through Tryna chase a bag It’s a few of you We can kick it at my crib Like we used to do Don’t waste my time Or I’m through wit you All these blue faces That I’m thumbin through
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