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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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