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love language - concrete boys lyrics

[intro: draft day]
(grow up, n*gga)
young n*gga gettin’ grown money
yeah, it’s us
pffew

[chorus: draft day]
bank teller, meet me there
b*tch, you can’t do it
havin’ motion with the guys, i’m off of lean fluid
and the crete just walked in, shawty down with theme music
playa to the max, i’m stretchin’ out these racks
stretchin’ out this b*tch p*ssy, i’m tryna break her back
beat it to a smithereen, her cat on birdman
put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
my love language is counting up, poppin’ rubber bands

[verse: draft day]
stack, stack it up
i’ll get it if its for the camp, we gon’ do anything to f*ckin’ win
if they talkin’ down up on my name, them boys gon’ get dizzy
put that sh*t up on the floor, them boys gon’ get busy
dirty mud up in my cup, it’s on tough shiggy
“draft always been fly” b*tch, i get jiggy
i can hear these n*ggas clear, my earrings two*fifty
what they gon’ do with me?
this sh*t is too easy (too)
(too)
(too)
[chorus: draft day]
bank teller, meet me there
b*tch, you can’t do it
havin’ motion with the guys, i’m off of lean fluid
and the crete just walked in, shawty down with theme music
playa to the max, i’m stretchin’ out these racks
stretchin’ out this b*tch p*ssy, i’m tryna break her back
beat it to a smithereen, her cat on birdman
put some respect on my name, f*ck what you heard, man
my love language is counting up, poppin’ rubber bands

- concrete boys lyrics

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