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Pyrobeenfire - Off white kicks Prod. By Samonthebeat / Dwilltheproducer || Shot by Beamtsani
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DeAnthony hall
DeAnthony hall
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samonthebeat
samonthebeat
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Dwillproducedit
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Ayy For all my followers out there You gotta get money You gotta get the bag Running out the stand Yeah, I see you baby I wanna take a trip with a bitch with no mileage The fact that I think that don't exist, I must be childish I don't do the boats but we can fly to an island Actions speak louder, nigga, I hate it when she silent Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy You niggas fold like origami, I ain't never lied Sliding in a bucket but this bullet leave em petrified Aiming for his head even though we never get a prize Just dropped her on the blade, now she looking for a ride Same shoes, black forces, get the money right Like I hit the lotto, bitches twerking 'til the sun arrive I gotta keep solid, all that faking shit ain't none of mines Lion on my neck and my belt, I'm one of a kind Diamond hoodie on, what's your name? Seen the face, never mind I'm usually down to fade but this 9 outta line Bad bitch ate my dick, said it was nine outta nine Don't get ya grape busted tryna do it for the vine (what the fuck?) Ayy, tryna do it for the vine You won't make it to the top if you didn't stay down for the climb Six hoes hit my phone and I declined six times Bringing nothing to the table, I could tell that was a sign (you broke as fuck) Ayy, I can tell that was a sign Six foes in my phone, hit 'em down six times I ain't trippin off a chick, had to get my money right Ayy, ayy, had to get the money right Fuck the opposition, here's a proposition Get money, shit on you niggas, I had no pot to piss in Call this Glock, "Pop", when it go off, son, you better listen The bitch get cancelled like a show so I don't ever miss it Ayy, so I don't ever miss it My 40 got corona, when it sneeze, better keep your distance Told bottom bitch to check her balance but I am not a gymnast She wanna DJ Unk and walk it out, that mean she with the bidness Ayy, that mean she with the bidness Caught 'em loafing, slipping, took the bread, I'm the only witnesses Funny how niggas think they him, undercover snitching Really balling underneath the rim and we all know he did it (you's a rat nigga) Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy What the fuck What the fuck
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