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She got her nails did
Eyes glow
And she so fine that's my hoe
She a flawless bad bitch And pop her shit with her eyes close
She don't be in drama sit back all alone
She just be in her zone
Every time she missing me she spam my phone when I be on the road
Rocking out the shows yeah I'm chasing bankrolls
Any nigga fuck with T you know they head gone
Okay imma' switch the flow
Spend a bag up on my clothes
40 mag up in my pants you run up that's a case close
I don't see no other hoe
She get to crying when I'm gone
I just be inside my zone
Wanting folks to leave em lone'
I don't socialize with folks, hell no
Bankroll, case close
Draco gone blow fuck wit me bust at yah dome
Look look look away couple racks inside the safe
You know I got em' stashed away in case a nigga need some cake
Been through so many rainy days
When we fuck she scream my name
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(It's gone be ok)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
Fuck three times I'm on a plane in the city
Aye bad bitch hollering out to me come get it
Every nigga around me standing on business
And no time for games no i aint kidding
Pouring up fours inside a two liter
Gang gone blow know they get geeker
Bitch say im player no I ain't no cheater
Walk in Neiman Marcus couple thousand on sneaker
And I got bros that's on the bleachers
Aye when we blow in these streets deeper
Hundred thousand on my neck inside of my arm inside a Patek
I'm with a bad bitch and it ain't no flex
If this hoe get to trippin then on to the next
She got her nails did
Eyes glow
And she so fine that's my hoe
She a flawless bad bitch And pop her shit with her eyes close
She don't be in drama sit back all alone
She just be in her zone
Every time she missing me she spam my phone when I be on the road
Rocking out the shows yeah I'm chasing bankrolls
Any nigga fuck with T you know they head gone
Okay imma' switch the flow
Spend a bag up on my clothes
40 mag up in my pants you run yo that's a case close
(Go)
Eyes glow
And she so fine that's my hoe
She a flawless bad bitch And pop her shit with her eyes close
She don't be in drama sit back all alone
She just be in her zone
Every time she missing me she spam my phone when I be on the road
Rocking out the shows yeah I'm chasing bankrolls
Any nigga fuck with T you know they head gone
Okay imma' switch the flow
Spend a bag up on my clothes
40 mag up in my pants you run up that's a case close
I don't see no other hoe
She get to crying when I'm gone
I just be inside my zone
Wanting folks to leave em lone'
I don't socialize with folks, hell no
Bankroll, case close
Draco gone blow fuck wit me bust at yah dome
Look look look away couple racks inside the safe
You know I got em' stashed away in case a nigga need some cake
Been through so many rainy days
When we fuck she scream my name
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(It's gone be ok)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
And if I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
(Mmm, mmm)
If I ever see her cry I whip her tears it's gone be ok
Fuck three times I'm on a plane in the city
Aye bad bitch hollering out to me come get it
Every nigga around me standing on business
And no time for games no i aint kidding
Pouring up fours inside a two liter
Gang gone blow know they get geeker
Bitch say im player no I ain't no cheater
Walk in Neiman Marcus couple thousand on sneaker
And I got bros that's on the bleachers
Aye when we blow in these streets deeper
Hundred thousand on my neck inside of my arm inside a Patek
I'm with a bad bitch and it ain't no flex
If this hoe get to trippin then on to the next
She got her nails did
Eyes glow
And she so fine that's my hoe
She a flawless bad bitch And pop her shit with her eyes close
She don't be in drama sit back all alone
She just be in her zone
Every time she missing me she spam my phone when I be on the road
Rocking out the shows yeah I'm chasing bankrolls
Any nigga fuck with T you know they head gone
Okay imma' switch the flow
Spend a bag up on my clothes
40 mag up in my pants you run yo that's a case close
(Go)
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