YAHEMI

Straight up
This some real fendi block shit
This some real Ocean Drive shit

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I lay yo bitch down to rest
Shawty told me i'm the best
What you cookin take a guess
Trappin sell xannies and sess
You juugin than you gotta pay
My goons do whatever i say
I brought them drugs to yo state
Think i don't know where you stay
Well bitch you done made a mistake
Eating shrimp lobster and steak
I swear we got what it takes
Clean or cut i gotta taste
Slap her then out goes her taste
I pray i don't catch a case
Three Five my backwood i face
I only road run i don't pace
I need that guap in exchange
You niggas so broke its a shame
100 remaining the same
shout out the gang
AR 15 with the beam
Get money we doing our thing
And shawty sucking on my thing
I do not have to say a thing

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Yall know what the fuck going on nigga
Real ocean drive shit nigga

Whats brackin nigga

I ran in yo house with the mac
The junkies they came to the back
Shoot a nigga in the back
Pop a perc pop a flat
The glock made em run a 4 flat
Trappin my pockets on fat
Im pulling up with the pack
Im pulling up with the sack
Im road running turn that way
Sauced up nigga Dat way
The streets hot take the back way
I just hit a lick that day
Aye bitch boy back up off me
Ima off a nigga fo' he off me
Chinese bitches often top me
Tryna get these roxis off me

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Credits
Writer(s): Ajani Ferguson
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