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C'mon, yah So much fucking money round me I might swipe that shit don't leave that shit around me She a bad bitch, I got that lil' hoe grounded She a bad bitch, I got that lil' hoe grounded If it's money that you want, why you round me? If it's money that you want, don't say you love me How you put a fuckin' president above me? How you put an old white man above me? These hoes ugly Lil' bruh just came home from state, said shit just felt like a long day Lil' bruh just came home, but he gone right back, nigga, going the wrong way How you ridin' shotty, let your nigga go the wrong way? These fuckboys ain't your niggas, ain't it? Nah, niggas really ain't, nah, niggas really hate Niggas really be like fake, niggas want your fuckin' place Nah, nigga it's too damn late Nah, nigga it's too damn late Nah, nigga it's too damn late Tryna feed the whole hood when I ain't even had a damn plate Where my damn plate? Bitch, I need the whole thing Not fraternal or identical, nigga we is not the same Nigga wanna fuck my bitch, wanna steal my drip These niggas really be lame Only thing these niggas never stole was my fuckin' name They like, how the fuck that nigga Savy get that fuckin' name? They like, how the fuck that nigga Savy never sound the same They like, how the fuck he always jumpin' hurdles, but nigga still changin' lanes? They like, what the fuck the nigga gon' do next, fuck the nigga gon' make it rain? Fuck, I could just shoot myself right now, nigga, could just ease the pain Pay attention lil nigga, I might just ease the pain, gang Yea, C'mon
Writer(s): Najee Logan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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