MINUTE MAID!
Luh Peso
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What the fuck?
Hm (uh, huh, haha)
In a i8 and the doors suicidal, I'm whipping this bitch just like I wanna die today
I found a new way to cope, I get outta my body and go pour a four in that Minute Maid
Niggas be worried bout bitches, I'm worried bout cash
The Benji's, I need that shit right away
Uh, Givenchy all over my body, this Cuban link chain got more drip than a tidal wave
(Uh)
Numb the pain, mix the Molly with Sprite
Said she love me, must been out of spite
Can't put trust in a ho cause they trif
But my trust in a ho, and she lied
Can't do mono, need two at a time
I ain't fucking if she not a dime
We get a fuck nigga gone if he got outta line
I don't got love for no thottie, I hit that bitch once and then I get to sending her home
YSL all on my body, she ask what she smelling, I tell that bitch"that's my cologne"
Yea, and I'm socially anti, I don't go to parties cause I'd rather be all alone
Yea, and I'm in the cut with my young nigga Ello, and we smoking gas out the bong
I still got some love for that ho, but some shit just best unsaid
Dealing with emotions lately, feelings I can't understand
He talk, ain't shit been said
He talk down, we gon' fill him with led
She go dumb, but she good with the head
Fuck a ho, I need money instead
Hit her once and I left her on read
Said she love me, I know that shit dead
Fuck that shit, I count money instead
Why these niggas be capping on net?
Like huh?
What?
Why these niggas be capping on net?
Balenciaga, that's all on my tracks
If a nigga run up, he get smoked like some thrax
No, no I cannot relax
Bad bitches, they coming in packs
Diss on the gang, we put one in yo back
Know these niggas be talking, but they ain't on that (haha)
Like what?
I can't fuck with that ho, that's a trap
I count money, stack up and I laugh
Man these niggas keep dissing, but I'm taking jabs
In a i8 and the doors suicidal, I'm whipping this bitch just like I wanna die today
I found a new way to cope, I get outta my body and go pour a four in that Minute Maid
Niggas be worried bout bitches, I'm worried bout cash
The Benji's, I need that shit right away
Uh, Givenchy all over my body, this Cuban link chain got more drip than a tidal wave