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(Ooh it's Bluestrip, baby) You won't get my heart because I'm married to the money Being broke a joke but I could never find it funny Playing in the rain, I had to wait till it was sunny Niggas used to doubt us, they ain't see the storm coming Ain't a better lesson in this life shit than going broke She gon' use her throat like a pro 'cause she know I'm GOAT If the three-five don't kill the pain, I'ma pour a four Thousand dollar belt, I sag the 'Miris 'cause it's 'posed to show They gon' try to come and ride yo wave when you 'bout to blow All you gotta do is say it's up then it's on the floor Had my heart broke then I vowed to never love a ho Piece still hitting, fuck it, Tron, let's hit another store Sorry not sorry, I'ma ball until I'm flatlining Fourth quarter straight with it, I don't do the halftime Did the dash and woke the neighbors up, they hear the Scats flying White boy'll throw a bullet at you like I'm Matt Ryan He can't run it up, I'm starting to think he got a bad calf I'll crank the knob if I ever have a bad half Best believe that I'ma get the stop, I'll make a bad pass Yeah, I heard his song, it was half cap and half ass Thought he was a shooter, how they turn him to a hashtag? Let him touch my chain, we turn this bitch straight into Baghdad Shrimp platter hit for two hunnid, I might pass gas Whatever store you catch me in, just know I'm finna drag bags Don't matter what you do, you gotta do it to the fullest He gon' think we fighting till he end up fighting bullets Pull up, drop thirty for when coach thought I couldn't Made my first five at sixteen off of jugging Baby really bad, I told her that she need a whooping Then she threw the neck and ate me like banana pudding Tricolor chain, all the bitches in here looking Why it feel the best doing shit that you shouldn't? Tripped a couple times, I just had to get my footing Shooter get like Curry, he ain't missing when he pull it If he do touch it, he won't live to say he took it Finna buy a bag and have my bitch go and push it Ayy, I don't like this shirt, I only bought it 'cause you couldn't In middle school y'all was the ones we was cooking If I had to make something shake, got it shooken You get one life, I'ma live it to the fullest
Writer(s): Dax Terry, Baby Tron, Trdee Trdee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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