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Tremain Grant
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Lyrics
I told her ain't too many like me
Got tired of taking losses I ran my check up just Nike
Might blow a bag on her if she solid cause that be priceless
These Niggas be playing real when they be fake and they cant fight it
I been tryna run me up sum m's and then get out of sight
I been kickin pimpin Dior steppin hopping off this flight
I'm creeping with the heat I'm geakin still been moving right
I woun even tripping but she been on me I just might one night
Don't speak on business young nigga just hold that down
He fake I peeped his move ain't talking about money can't come around
I was sliding roun dolo extended clips this more than a hundred rounds
You knowing it's too much money to get I'm sending it out of town
Yeah, Dior on my collar
I was riding around with that yopper
Young nigga been having every type a script but ain no doctor
I told her just keep it solid with a nigga won't be no problem
Sposed to be for me then you picking up everytime I call you
Ion got no time to trip too busy chasing hundreds
I been fucking on fine shit might fly her out da country
She know a young nigga like me gone always keep it comin
She know a young nigga like me gone always get some money
I told her ain't too many like me
Got tired of taking losses I ran my check up just Nike
Might blow a bag on her if she solid cause that be priceless
These Niggas be playing real when they be fake and they can't fight it
I been tryna run me up sum m's and then get out of sight
I been kickin pimpin Dior steppin hopping off this flight
I'm creeping with the heat I'm geakin still been moving right
I woun even tripping but she been on me I just might one night
Writer(s): Tremain Grant
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