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You're so pretty my baby (Beat money) Ayy, Jiggy nigga I'm wavy Get money these niggas hate me Riding presidential with the bows-jumping for a 80 (50) Turn a bitch up if she basic We'll turn this bitch up if you play us G-lock on me, I been riding loaded clip hold Kobe I'ma bust 'til it's Tatum You so pretty my baby (yes) I'm tryna get with you my baby (come on) I'm off the liquor just send the location I'ma come get you my baby Ain't worried bout these niggas baby (ion know) They don't know how we kick it my baby (what) Take risk I ain't moving complacent Being lazy don't come with them franklins Brand new bows cop it (uh) Who ion got motion nigga stop it (like what?) One in the head don't gotta cock it (boom) I gotta hustle for profit Dope too good can't get no sleep We slide don't want no peace Block too cold gotta keep my heat Try me put his face on a tee I move with the rock like Blueface Come shop for it's too late Finna drop with them bowls like a due date Got some P's in a suitcase Trap got hot but I can't stop we set up shop at a new base I'm solo when I meet the plug my migos ain't trusting a new face Nigga back up, you'll get clapped up (nigga) Man these niggas just act tough Four guys they strapped up, black box in the lac truck With a Drac' in the back tucked, tinted up with the black guts Stayed with the plan so I ran the racks up Man them niggas ain't whack none These brand new grams so, I raise the tax up
Writer(s): Jermayne Crowell, Rfn Mayne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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