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do the math! - direxta lyrics

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direxta

this sh*t crazy

bag, i run up a bag

bag

hook

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

prince taee verse

aye, f*ck all the fame, i run up a bag!

dripping in spain can’t f*ck with the swag
f*cking these b*tches, not looking at tags

pull up in that lambo, can’t f*ck with the jag

my n*gga tj he came with a pj

don’t ask for no money go f*ck on the dj

got me some pounds and i move them off ebay

lil groupies be buying i pass her to bj hold on

rich rich! playing 2k with a rich b*tch

my n*gga im taxing for this d*ck, yeah

it come with a price for this rich d*ck

my b*tches be bugging i buy hеr some gucci

i tell her im sorry and play with hеr cucci

then have b*tch come slip him a roofie

pull up with that action lets make us a movie
hold on

direxta tell that b*tch give me some nectar

shooting oops leave that boy in a stretcher

you know with the slimes play ball like fetch her

call me a dog, lil b*tch imma perro

play with my gang its on me in full metal

fly as a b*tch with gun & sombrero

play with lil taee, he go bow like a elbow

hold on

hook

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag
do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

lil migo verse

do the math! trap house jumping like a gym

pass the ball above the rim

sellin trees like i was timbs

f*cking b*tches out the city

like thugger i count the digits play

and i just hit you fitted cap

and that n*gga just got lifted

play with the dog it’s straight to you me father

don’t even save yourself, don’t even bother

she know im ballin, she keep on just keep calling

stop with the stalking imma keep flossing

yougins and bosses, you know it called me

trap like the 80s, drippen in latest

you wanna show? you gotta pay me!

you wanna be me? stop with the hating

trap outta vacant

i don’t got label

been had money, didn’t need label

now i got 1 going up elevator

im on the rise just steady my grind

you on the shine but waisting your time

i wanna f*ck her but no she ain’t mine!

smoke me a b*tch, she get out of line

d*mn

hook

just call him direxta

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

do the math! do the math! do the math! do the math!

f*ck the fame man i run up a bag

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