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tbt - ihatejulian lyrics

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[hook: ihatejulian]

ya woman crush wednesday my t*b*t
had her goin crazy at the b*n*b
my n*ggas made bands off the t*h*c
get ya weight up n*gga g*n*c
all eyez on me like p*a*c
n*gga im stamped like e*b*t
my money on us thats a b*e*t
bout to blow up like t*n*t

[verse 1: ihatejulian]

fly your b*tch out on a one way
got her at the crib goin both ways
drip on my body thats dolce
at brunch, orange juice wit the rose
b*tch i been had juice n*gga dont play
n*ggas be like you the man, ya dont say
we done did h*lla sh*t that i won’t say
need my chip wit the dip, chipotle
i ain’t sayin no words, middle finger to my opps
hit my n*gga bang, n*gga got the locks
5 percent tint, got it at the swap
money comin in, im just waitin on the drop
n*ggas still be hatin they be waitin on the flop
kp got the audi he just drove off the lot
talk about hoes? n*ggas know i got a lot
talk about flows? n*ggas know i got a lot
wake up, say a prayer, then i check up on my stocks
inside trading tellin me which one to cop
money 6 ways, n*ggas knowing how i rock
dont forget to lock the door when you step up in my spot
you see me in a party just know that its a check there
left playhouse, you know we made a mess there
faith in god, n*gga we dont stress here
ain’t no losses, n*gga we blessed here
dont test us no s*a*t
young og like f*a*b
i really run broward like a l*a*p
n*ggas tryna catch up its a g*a*p
just hit this lil b*tch had her walkin all stiff
her man found out now he jumpin off a cliff
tell him its gon be ok just light another spliff
now she gotta go bout to call this b*tch a lyft
[hook]
ya woman crush wednesday my t*b*t
had her goin crazy at the b*n*b
my n*ggas made bands off the t*h*c
get ya weight up n*gga g*n*c
all eyez on me like p*a*c
n*gga im stamped like e*b*t
my money on us thats a b*e*t
bout to blow up like t*n*t

[verse 2: starling]
my n*gga used to scoop me up in a cutlass
ain’t sparin n*ggas cause we straight out the gutta
b*tches choosin she want me and my brother
she bring her friend let em play wit each other
n*gga smooth wit the stick like it’s b*tter
don’t ice grill bullets turn it to summer
they pillow talk i’m watchin for under covers
get the bands standin next to the drummer
2k the fam so don’t play wit it n*gga
only up tat the plane for a n*gga
they gotta see it, can’t explain it to n*ggas
f*ck around make example out of n*ggas
sh*t really get real
i drop the top on the wheels
hatin don’t know how that feel
out in the field
somethin like destiny’s child cause i just be countin up bills , yeah
i thought that they told em they know i be goin in
i k!ll em all i ain’t got no opponents
flights to ny all my n*ggas in motion
we really winnin don’t know how they copin
they double team me they can’t leave me open
i got her open she love how i’m strokin
i can see through them ulterior motives, yeah
i ain’t got nothin to prove but it’s nothin to prove it
i pull up wit de$ and chizzyy and ju and we make a movie, yeah
but we still see how they actin
she gave me the top i just thought she was cappin
poetry sh*t n*gga i get the snappin, n*gga
[hook]
ya woman crush wednesday my t*b*t
had her goin crazy at the b*n*b
my n*ggas made bands off the t*h*c
get ya weight up n*gga g*n*c
all eyez on me like p*a*c
n*gga im stamped like e*b*t
my money on us thats a b*e*t
bout to blow up like t*n*t

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