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I was broke last year this year I'm winning I was broke last year this year I'm winning Bad bitches around me tell my homies go get it yeah Balling all day and no it ain't a skirmish No fake drip my stones really glisten I was broke last year this year I'm winning Bad bitches around me tell my homies go get it Balling all day and no it ain't a skirmish No fake drip my stones really glisten Stretching out all my digits You ain't getting yours because you ain't minding your business Mind body soul pockets strong check the fitness Ride in a sport and my windows is tinted Your bitch on my dick don't you ever forget it A lot of y'all walk with the swag I invented If its all cap then you know I can't listen Yeah you for the culture but can't see the vision Yeah got a little pump but I don't rock gucci Got ciroc in my pop and I snuck in my glock you niggas cry over groupies Ima pop off I'm unruly It's gonna take atleast two girls to screw me I'm getting money so fast I told that girl try not to lose me Celebrities all in my phone because my life a movie Yeah thats why they pursue me I'm in the lobby faded yeah I'm way to groovy Yeah she a singer model yeah that girl in movies Yeah she gonna choose me make her my groupie Hey I don't do no fist fights I grip on my toolie Had to stack it up had to jump up out that hoopie yeah Getting fucked up till I'm faded I feel woozy yeah I don't want that girl unless she wet like a jacuzzi Good kid but the city mad Downtown they sliding in mini vans Indians on my dad hat New chick she from Trinidad We made a movie no Cinemax Smoking weed just like its cigarettes They thought I was done I ain't finished yet I'm running it up I can't get no rest I was broke last year this year I'm winning Bad bitches around me tell my homies go get it yeah Balling all day and no it ain't a skirmish No fake drip my stones really glisten I was broke last year this year I'm winning Bad bitches around me tell my homies go get it Balling all day and no it ain't a skirmish No fake drip my stones really glisten I'm a boss I don't need no permission Yeah I'm flexing with your whole tuition Yeah the teachers they couldn't see my vision Now they wanna get a glimpse on how I'm living Im sorry Yeah I was just being myself I'm sorry Yeah do I see competition yeah hardly Yeah got the whole city riding with me we need Harleys Yeah Black and cameo like we in the army Yeah strapped up so nothing can harm me hold up wait nothing can stop me I was broke last year this year I'm winning Bad bitches around me tell my homies go get it yeah Balling all day and no it ain't a skirmish No fake drip my stones really glisten
Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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