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elastics - friyie lyrics

ain’t no tic toc, busty
old bread, crusty
flew cross, country
on the run terry fox can’t touch me
had to keep it coming in monthly
new pack of the loud so musty
heart emoji, all my b*tches love me
looking for me n*gga i be where the funds be

trust me
had to leave that lil b*tch she dusty
monthly
field running overseas no rugby
all this time thought a n*gga was the plug
something wrong all these n*ggas turn custy
he ain’t wit it sumn wrong he a dog yeah
hid the hammer cause that n*gga too jumpy
run it up i do it all on my one sh*t
i hit the ceiling blowing loud on my lungs
shawty wit me top me off at the function
i cop it all ..
i cop it all do it all causе i want
played your card homie that’s a wrong assumption
big dog , lil n*gga you a mut eh
lift off with thе numbers no accountant
out of state for the cake had to make way
when i come around , make these n*ggas vacate
have em n*ggas on the line yelling mayday
and i keep a 9 milli on me dae dae
like a high beam shine n*gga make way
owe me n*gga pay me n*gga not a day late
they ain’t wish me well so i had to make paper
n*gga can’t you tell i be on my, okay!

- friyie lyrics

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