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goats on a cliff - b.u.g antman lyrics

[chorus]
ou
yeah
ima handle all my sh*t
that my lil n*gga on go he gone handle the l!cks
and we trappin thats fasho we gone handle all the bricks
got one hand up on my pole other hand i count this grip
pringles, lays, fritos, ruffles either way i stack my chip
either way it goes
ima still push start the whip
either way it goes
ou
yeah
ima pull up on yo bih
she know my pockets legit
[verse 1]
she know all about my bag she know what a n*gga get
she know n*ggas that’s down bad she be finessin and sh*t
took that hoe to juicy crab took that lil bih to ruth chris
spendin bags up on this b*tch
she told me don’t trap no more
spend large bags on christian dior
hit her from the back i leave her back just like igor
i know all my n*ggas got my back yeah that’s for sure
ballin for so long i just lost count like what’s the score
pull up in a bald head n*gga micheal jordan
n*ggas mad i bought up all the backwoods out the store
told my bro i can’t save none these hoes i’m out of storage
yeah
no more ls i can’t afford
my money stretch long extension cord
smokin on that strong i might max out on a b*tch
[chorus]
ou
yeah
spent some racks up on my wrist
ou
yeah
ima handle all my sh*t
that my lil n*gga on go he gone handle the l!cks
and we trappin thats fasho we gone handle all the bricks
got one hand up on my pole other hand i count this grip
pringles, lays, fritos, ruffles either way i stack my chip
either way it goes
ima still push start the whip
either way it goes
ou
yeah
ima pull up on yo bih
she know my pockets legit
[verse 2]
she say you don’t make no time for me
she kept looking at my screen so i told that hoe it’s time to leave
feel like every time it seems cop a backwood there’s a hole in the leaf
every time she leaves i’m gone roll one just like what a relief
all of my n*ggas we smoking that loud we disturbing the peace
ride around with my piece watching for police
all of my n*ggas we surpassed the drip my n*ggas rockin the grease
and we steppin over sh*lls just like a walk on the beach
young n*gga i been gettin to this money
i woke up on a tuesday then woke up on a monday
then woke up to a new check that’s wassup
got designer on my rug
take yo shoes off you might scuff
aye f*ck n*gga you a bluff
smokin strong a n*gga buff
all this bread i got the crust
i got funds no trust
told that bih it’s no rush
count it like i’m in a rush
yeah
[chorus]
ou
yeah
ima handle all my sh*t
that my lil n*gga on go he gone handle the l!cks
and we trappin thats fasho we gone handle all the bricks
got one hand up on my pole other hand i count this grip
pringles, lays, fritos, ruffles either way i stack my chip
either way it goes
ima still push start the whip
either way it goes
ou
yeah
ima pull up on yo bih
she know my pockets legit

- b u g antman lyrics

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