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Lil Durk
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I love the bitches who love me and let me
Act crazy to other lil' bitches in public
I know some niggas got work on they stomach
Then go to the gym like they work on they stomach
She telling me that she love me, but my mama
Told me to never get tricked by a woman
I don't trust niggas who be in everybody
Hood, like how the fuck you get my number?
How you get public defenders for fighting a
Murder for one of your brothers with money?
I gave the money for lawyers, so how I divide
Y'all? I was just doing it for nothing
Hate to fall out with some niggas I love '
Cause they talk about business on regular numbers
I'm off the Xan, I done crashed a
TRS truck, I had the phone in my hand
I don't be telling my daughter she come with
Her brother 'cause I hate breaking them promises
I don't be putting no weed in my story
They telling stories like they having anxiety
Money coming little singles, I done told shorty show her bloody
If it's something you wanna hear
Fresh off the rip, give her some money
Give her some money, she probably wanna fucking cry
Niggas want money, they pocket watching 'til they eyes red
I done pulled my mirrors halfway down, got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my mirrors halfway down, made my gun slid
This could be this body, he the man
Even though the witness took the stand
Ten, ninety Jake on the ground, black snitching, show it to the fam
Down on the score, why you trolling again?
How would you go Barbie my bitch a teen?
Never gon' go through her phone again
Seen what you saw and it hurt you for real
Phone done be tweaking and rolling on pills
They grabbing they gun, they go on the block
None of them niggas got money like I got
The money, she better go fuck with a opp
Murder time, that nigga left with a clock
Summertime, boonie gon' pull up the wok
Fast car, Lamborghini skrrt, big brrr, flying through the shirt
Big brrr, my Memphis bitch squirt, big brrr, shiesty in her purse
Tiffany want the jeweler confirm
Come from the bottom, I waited my turn
Celebrity bitches be sneaky as us
I promise I'm never gon' tell her a word
Give her some money, she probably wanna fucking cry
Niggas want money, they pocket watching 'til they eyes red
I done pulled my mirrors halfway down, got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my mirrors halfway down, made my gun slid
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