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SHAW RIVER
The Minorities
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Off top while she gimme top, she think it's strange
When I say that'll I'll make you mine, hoe I was playin
I dont love you, just love my momma and love the gang
916 To 209 they know my name
You ain't ready
Ain't on this level
Stay in yo lane
I dont talk
I dont speak about it
I dont say a thang
There a difference
You see it clear
We not the same
Don't gotta brag, even tho I'm in my bag
We some Cali niggas
No weed smoke but free throws
Bad bitch
Jaylo from the east coast
Talk about it?
No we don't
We some quiet niggas
Pull up to the party quick
Start a riot nigga
North side Cali nigga where my back at
See lil bae look in my eyes told me smack that
Pullin on her hair like I'm tryna see wear her tracks at
Oh you want the bitch, well you can have her back
Coast to coast
In my bag
You do the most
Get yo girl
Then we ghost
You tryna keep up, I can see that y'all ain't close
Off top while she gimme top, she think it's strange
When I say that'll I'll make you mine, hoe I was playin
I dont love you, just love my momma and love the gang
916 To 209 they know my name
You ain't ready
Ain't on this level
Stay in yo lane
I dont talk
I dont speak about it
I dont say a thang
There a difference
You see it clear
We not the same
You see it clear
We not the same
Rose gold
Leather watch on my left hand
It's fuck a bitch
I aint really into romance
Can't trust a soul
Been betrayed by my own fam
Circle small
Hella hate from my own friends
Been a loner
But she feeling like I'm famous
Old bitches in they feelings always stalking all my pages
Stacked my money to the ceiling
Save it all and act broke
Bitches praying that I save them reaching for my lifeboat
But it's bad
She up on the pole with hella ass
Tryna twerk and make some money
Sold her soul chasing the bag
This shit is cold
Bitches with no soul be hella bad
Gotta watch who you trust yo closest friends be wearing masks
These niggas fake
Road trips we be state to state
Shooting films and making movies fucking groupies running plays
Yea okay
I just put a milli in the bank
Yea the bitches love the fame
But the money make them stay
Off top while she gimme top, she think it's strange
When I say that'll I'll make you mine, hoe I was playin
I dont love you, just love my momma and love the gang
916 To 209 they know my name
You ain't ready
Ain't on this level
Stay in yo lane
I dont talk
I dont speak about it
I dont say a thang
There a difference
You see it clear
We not the same
Don't gotta brag, even tho I'm in my bag