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bubbly - cj flemings lyrics

(verse 1)
all of this cash
can’t fit in my jeans
don’t you play with me
look at my shooter
he got a itch
gotta get rich
come to my crib
i show you the biz
i’m too young for no kids
tear up the clips
i don’t exist
diamonds i’m sick
i’m catching a cold
get me away from these hoes
look at the ice
you were the one that i had in my eyes that was a lie
pile up the money of course look at the size
stopping is not in the plans that’s till i die
better go get in the plans stay on the road
talking is not what i do you one of those
i need five hundred large for this work
get my mom a gucci wallet for a purse
gotta sort out my demands coming first
choppa loaded i hit em where it hurts

(hook)
ah man
fist filled up with bubbly
she just wanna f-ck me for the power and the money
i don’t feel no way about it i know she don’t love me
i’m poor’d up fist filled up with bubbly
poor’d up fist filled up with bubbly
shooters round me ready for a k!ll
she might stay the night for some thrills
roll myself one up she pop a pill

(verse 2)
i never call
the timing is off
why do you do all these things just out of spite
thirsty i need me a drink get me a sprite
get you whatever you want what do you like
putting my feelings away baby you cold
brody pulled up in a porch n-gg- of course
if i need it imma buy straight from the source
texted me a hundred times but i ignore

- cj flemings lyrics

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