slidethru

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[verse 1] Yuh, pretty ho tried to, tote my grip Baby i never wanna lie to you, told her the real, (yea) Yuh, we in the Ice Box get matching chains and the grills Baby, i'm upping for you, i'm clutching that steal You know i love for you, my lover Knew it was real when i met your mother Been in the field thought i missed the supper Baby why i gotta suffer? That bitch too bad gotta get her number And it still happened now we made it Summer Punching the chase up you my runner [verse 2] Yuh, baby get that cash for me Fuck around, throw the money bands for me W-will you shake that ass just for me Yea, we everlasting till the end Say he big 8 but that nigga ran Now we on the beach throw your name on sand 6th grade write your name on my hand Might throw all the fame for the fam Life going up feel like a ramp Balenciaga on my pants He bad- tryna part up for a xan Bitch i'm slimy i might run up on your mans My bitch too grimy and she fuck up on the xan Good gas i get high like peter pan Pop taz, yea we roll the meter man [interlude] (i said we gon be alright, I said we gon be alright) [verse 3] And we got matching chains, shit seem so nice But for you i up it let it bang, send that nigga up to the light Better dodge nigga no Durant, got a Glock with a green light And yo new nigga he a stain, put a nigga up in the sky 40 mad nigga let it rain, ride in yo coupe, nigga ya'll popped On yo block, nigga we gon flame, shot yo nigga right in the eye All these niggas do it for the fame, bitch i do it really for the guys For the guys, (yea,yea) [outro] (i said we gon be alright, I said we gon be alright) I said we gon be alright, got the matching chains on ice, yea
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- maajins