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lose you - bigbabygucci & united market lyrics

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[intro]
(hey, look, it’s anwar)
yeah
yeah*yeah
yeah*yeah
yeah
ayy
u*uh, uh, uh
one time
yeah, uh
yeah
(it’s money, he got money)
ayy

[chorus]
boy i ride ’round with that chop’, it sing like tina turner, ayy
hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it’s gonna burn him
ak got coolin’ kit (got coolin’ kit)
i might lose my mind but i can’t lose you, b*tch (no, i can’t lose you, b*tch)
30 leave yo’ body stankin’
i’m no saint, i’m just like franklin
i’ma do that n*gga wrong if he playin’ with my franklins
eatin’ on three*hundred dollar steaks
i might buy you prada, bae
they just gon’ give you more problems
i’m gon’ take you outta state
[verse]
i’m gon’ take you out the country (ayy)
they ain’t got that kind of money
i told ’em we invested in more guns ‘causе i can’t lose for nothing (uh, yeah)
i told him if he еver cross me wrong, i’m gon’ leave him under (i’m gon’ leave him under)
i tell the girl soon as i come home, know i need the lovin’ (girl, i need the lovin’)
girl, it’s all i need from ya
just for three summers (ayy)
you can call my phone, i’ll be speedrunnin’ (runnin’)
them n*ggas know not to play
told her drop the lo’ and i’ll slide through with a big*body k (big*body k)
heart runnin’, i just swapped the place (ayy)
comin’ in and off that f*ckin’ plane (yeah)
all them pounds that i done moved, i’m losin’ all my weight (all my weight)
they wanna know what the future look like, it’s in yo’ fate (girl, it’s in yo’ fate)
shawty, know i got yo’ back, you can call me jake (you can call me jake)
i get my guap and then i trip somewhere outta the sp*ce

[chorus]
boy i ride ’round with that chop’, it sing like tina turner, ayy
hunnid rounds in that gun, no condom so it’s gonna burn him
ak got coolin’ kit (got coolin’ kit)
i might lose my mind but i can’t lose you, b*tch (no, i can’t lose you, b*tch)
30 leave yo’ body stankin’
i’m no saint, i’m just like franklin
i’ma do that n*gga wrong if he playin’ with my franklins (playin’ with my—, o*oh)
eatin’ on three*hundred dollar steaks
i might buy you prada, bae
they just gon’ give you more problems
i’m gon’ take you outta state (uh, uh, uh)
uh, uh*u*uh, uh
uh

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