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Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I don't want no, don't want no city girls Yeah Yeah I don't want no city girl, I want a bitch from the 'burbs I brought ten at Neiman Marcus, I'm 'bout to go ahead and splurge How the fuck you get a gun? Back in school you was a nerd I don't do no drive-byes, I'ma walk up to yo' curb I took a four to the face, yeah I'm sippin' while I swerve I don't hang with broke niggas, they be getting on my nerves Hit yo' block by myself, they gone think it was the purge You dick sucking niggas wave, boy that shit'll never work Twenty-two on my arm, I might put it on my shirt Twenty-two in the clip but it really hold thirty I ain't never clocked in, gone be there at seven-thirty You ain't made enough money to talk to me, you ain't worthy If I tell 'em that I'm coming, they gon' close the store early (ha) Good bricks in the sky and I ain't talkin' 'bout no birdies This a light forty thousand, tell me who the fuck hurting? I get so much damn money, I can't let no bitch hurt me Out the window with the chopper, I'll flip yo' car over I just blew ten thousand, boy, you tryna work over You ain't smoking real exotic, I'm telling you they got over Every time you see me, I swear my bitch a little colder My nigga good with his wrist, he gon' get all the hoes I'm good with my wrist too, I'ma rerock 'til its over If you tryna make some money, I got like ten different potions I got so many bad bitches, got like thirty different oceans Bought so much damn Givenchy, they done sent me some mo' shit If you take a picture with me, better put it on a poster Ghetto nigga with some manners, put my cup on a coaster We was out here young as hell taking guns off a holster You a little ass boy, you cannot compete with me I'm tryna make a hundred k in five days, not weeks Smoove what the fuck you on? six-fifty for a tee Smoove what the fuck you on? five k for a feature That little shit you bragging 'bout, boy, I do that in my sleep We'll let off fifty shots not aimed at yo' feet Mix the wock'y with the red, man, I swear its so sweet Spent five-hundred on a zip, what I'm smoking ain't cheap
Writer(s): Ozro Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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