3500SOULJUH

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3500SOULJUH

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[Intro] Ayy, ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy, yeah Yeah, I get high with a— (Perc, bitch) [Chorus] Yeah, I get high with a Perc' bitch, he say he the big opp I can't grow my heart, hurt bitch It's a bubble, watch me burst it Any nigga try to backdoor me, it ain't worth it And he know Phil might just, ayy, put him where the earth is All I do is chase this guap and watch me do it like I birthed it Yeah, all my niggas got it out the mud, ayy That boy said we did it, he ain't gettin' none I know niggas probably hate, wish that they was us Like how he get his cake, and eat it 'til he stuffed? Yeah, I'm 35— Ayy, uh, ayy [Verse] Yeah, I'm 3500, don't act like it ain't nothin' It's okay we missed a opp, we'll catch another like a bus See that bitch came wit' a friend, I bet they both gon' let me fuck Ayy, yeah, ayy This drink fuckin' up my kidneys Wait, no this not my city, ayy Might do what the fuck I want, just like it's my city, ayy No, we don't do one-on-ones, my lil' bro start clickin' OT, Japanese my denims, ayy I can't take a L, you know all my niggas winnin' This lil' bitch want me now, ayy Gift me like it's Christmas, ayy It's R.I.P my brother, I'm still speedin' in V6's Yeah, I like to shit-talk, you and bro should probably see a dentist Since I was 13 I gave them hell just like my name was Dennis Early mornin' I pop out with racks, just like a game of tennis Still unattended, we still in the fields like a game of scrimmage [Chorus] Yeah, I get high with a— (Perc, bitch) Yeah, I get high with a Perc' bitch, he say he the big opp I can't grow my heart, hurt bitch It's a bubble, watch me burst it Any nigga try to backdoor me, it ain't worth it And he know Phil might just, ayy, put him where the earth is All I do is chase this guap and watch me do it like I birthed it Yeah, all my niggas got it out the mud, ayy That boy said we did it, he ain't gettin' none I know niggas probably hate, wish that they was us Like how he get his cake, and eat it 'til he stuffed? Yeah, I'm 35— Ayy, uh, ayy

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  • POLO PERKS ˂3 ˂3 ˂3