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I already had Runtz with the orange juice I just need a newspaper You might see me and all my niggas' faces Flip over to the sports section You know what that mean That ballin' just is the profession I'm just a dude that always been a fly on the wall So you walk in the room Ain't no addressin the elephant I done flipped so much shit in a week You would think I done won in a settlement This nigga keep mention my name He just don't even know That gon' come with embarrassment The love of your life that ain't pullin' up on the kid Like she out doin' some charity You know them three letters I stand on Until they come bury me You know them three letters I stand on Until they come bury me You know them three letters I stand on Until they come bury me You know them three letters I stand on But this side No Enemies I just dropped it in the Sprite To see if it's finna sink or swim That lil' ho been at me all night He shootin' shots but he stuck at the rim Whole lotta NEW shit But my niggas be Gifted for real Please don't act foolish We might have to leave him kosher dill Bad bitch said make a dance song So we can TikTok or make a reel Bad bitch want me to take her out She can post a pic of her plate, put it in a reel I look at the bitch, is you for real Nah, bitch, nigga, can't be for real I need me a bitch look like Kimora Japanese denim, this ain't Korea She wanna do so many drugs Told this bitch she need a Doctor's note Until they come and bury me Them three letters I'm standing on Until they bury me You know them three letters I'm standing on Until they bury me You know them three letters I'm standing on Until they bury me You know them three letters I'm standing on Until they bury me You know them three letters I'm standing on Scorsese Scorsese Scorsese Scorsese
Writer(s): Dominique Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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