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best_4_me - idy bran lyrics

[intro]
(poodee, you have no fear)

[verse 1]
d*mn, i done got a lot to say, to throw
why these stupid ass b*tches always think they know?
i done ran up my racks, lil’ b*tch i stay on go
i ain’t f*ckin’ with the b*tch, i ain’t f*ckin’ with the ho
yeah, shawty had the drank, got lit right now
got my baddest lil’ ho, shake the hips right now
like b*tch [?] got rich right now
why they lookin’ in my way, yeah, when i walk in that room
that b*tch so fine, walkin’ me to my door
that b*tch so fine, had to take my [?]
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
tell me how you want the best for me
but when you’re around, girl, you’re testin’ me
i got mad hoes now, now you textin’ me
why you lie and repeat? that’s the rеcipe
i ain’t playin’ with these hoеs no more
one wrong false move, could come out that door
that boy f*ckin’ with a b*tch, yeah, he f*ckin’ with a wh0re
take ’em out like a jet, yeah, you know i’m finna soar
why they been talkin’ this sh*t?
yeah, you know i don’t miss, i’m pullin’ up with your b*tch
yeah, i’ve been rockin’ with the rick owens black outfits
yeah, why they want me to fail, but i can never just miss?
[?] better post it, better take you a pic
i’m just gettin’ the bands, i’ve been [?]
don’t give a f*ck about your homie, let him rest in p*ss
yeah, i’ve been runnin’ to the top, i done got there quick
why you playin’ with the gang? you should know this sh*t
[verse 2]
live at the [?] then we notice it
come through, slide with the k, then we blow this sh*t
i’ve been ridin’ with the gang, [?] know this b*tch
diamonds shinin’ in the light, then they glow and hit
where was you at when i wasn’t sh*t?
that boy fake cappin’, he don’t wanna go hit for hit
i [?] with a check, you gon’ really get hit with sticks
where the f*ck the action? man, we about to blow with this
i done got too rich, i can’t pay attention
you f*ckin’ with me, [?]
yeah, they say that i’m sick, think i need some medicine
brodie hop out the cut with the choppa, it’s medicine
i don’t wanna be on my own [?]
try to play me [?] you will go wrong
keep on makin’ these hits, keep on droppin’ these songs
i skip your sh*t, give a f*ck what you on

[chorus]
tell me how you want the best for me
but when you’re around, girl, you’re testin’ me
i got mad hoes now, now you textin’ me
why you lie and repeat? that’s the recipe
i ain’t playin’ with these hoes no more
one wrong false move, could come out that door
that boy f*ckin’ with a b*tch, yeah, he f*ckin’ with a wh0re
take ’em out like a jet, yeah, you know i’m finna soar
why they been talkin’ this sh*t?
yeah, you know i don’t miss, i’m pullin’ up with your b*tch
yeah, i’ve been rockin’ with the rick owens black outfits
yeah, why they want me to fail, but i can never just miss?
[?] better post it, better take you a pic
i’m just gettin’ the bands, i’ve been [?]
don’t give a f*ck about your homie, let him rest in p*ss
yeah, i’ve been runnin’ to the top, i done got there quick
why you playin’ with the gang? you should know this sh*t

- idy bran lyrics

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