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fine wit dat (ft. yung deco) - ji beats lyrics

[ji beats]
god d*mn i’m smoking hillard pack
deco rolling woods back to back having asthma attacks
got so many hoes i can pick and choose off the rack
yeah you can have my old hoe, yeah i’m fine with that
brain so good almost had a d*mn heart attack
b*tch ate the d*ck like god d*mn shark attack
god d*mn i smoke more than wiz khalifa
b*tch head game so fire i had to nickname her sativa
this chop got big titties like a mothaf*ckin’ diva
b*tch slid in my dm’s but i had to cut her off
n*gga think he was tough, i could tell that he soft
b*tch take your shoes off, no dirtying my loft
i be swerving in & out these lanes, d*mn you can’t stop me
by the way he hold that gun i can tell he shoot sloppy
b*tch begging for the d*ck, i told her just top me
i’m still waiting for my f*cking opps to comе drop me
they don’t wanna do it n*gga, they don’t wanna takе a risk
sometimes you gotta take a chance to ice out your wrist
sometimes you gotta take that chance to get a bad b*tch
what i’m smoking on? hillard pack, you rolling cabbage
b*tch asked do i miss her? huh, maybe a tad bit
but you gon’ have to try to upgrade cuz you still average
i got my own car and crib, god d*mn i’m really having it
disappeared on that lil b*tch like a magic trick
just got a text like, d*mn where’d you go?
had to go & get some money, had to go & hit the road
i can serve you a pack and a bowl in 1 load
if you ain’t got no bands for me b*tch you can go
i told that b*tch you can leave
just spread some bands out you can call that a sleeve
just spent $300 on some d*mn purple jeans
god d*mn i’m fresh as a b*tch, my fit too clean
you can’t afford what i wear
when i hop out the car these b*tches stop and stare
n*gga reach for a chain, huh, don’t you dare
my n*gga pull up broad day and shoot you there
[yung deco]
off white drip, i be fresh as h*ll (b*tch)
dior my cologne, can’t you tell? (can’t you smell?)
my granny said i’m going to h*ll, i’m the devil
tell em bury me with them racks in a all gold shovel
juice lord rock designer, yeah that’s heavy metal
juice lord build a b*tch like j*pedo
rolling woods, i’ll smoke a whole forest
b*tch my life a movie like chuck norris
i be in cali more than a tourist
b*tch i’m a texas n*gga rockin’ shirts from europe
god d*mn, drip so fantastic
hopped out, jugged a n*gga like ‘dag nab it’
take a picture lil b*tch yeah this fit magnificent
diamonds different colors, but i ain’t g*y like thugnificent
n*gga play, he gon’ lay up in the wilderness
all up in that b*tch throat is where my children is
juice lord stand on biz, yeah the businesses
juice lord stand on biz, i’m a business man
b*tch said she don’t like me but she follow me on instagram
juice lord blow racks, ceiling fan
juice lord blow racks, get em back, so i don’t give a d*mn
wrist hitting, god d*mn

- ji beats lyrics

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