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used to - jourdan brothern lyrics

[chorus]
versace, it’s fitted
getting that money, n*ggas would not get it
came from the bottom now i’m back up winning
she using my slang, she my lil’ mini
ok i admit it
i’m moving to cities
i ain’t seen my n*ggas it’s been a lil’ minute
out of my n*ggas, they know i’m the realest
got hurt so bad that sh*t still healing
i love that girl, but i think that she hate me
this gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
i’m used to bein played, i know she gonna break me
erase me, i can’t trust no love this sh*t been faking, erasing
[verse 1]
whats the plan man?
percs got me, don’t know what you saying, man
all these n*ggas some f*cking fans, man
choppa gone give him a tan, man
i’m the real f*cking dirty dan, man
cook these n*ggas with the same pan, man
tired of giving these hoes a chance, man
i get played and blame it on the man, man
ima shoot a lil’ uzi in this hoe
i might bring out lil uzi at show
lil beezy been getting that dough
told everyone “leave me alone”
these n*ggas been watching they tone
they don’t wanna be slapped with a phone
rockin’ v’s i’m rockin’ the ‘lone
so fly i feel like a drone
yeah, i got her some gucci
that b*tch want me to f*ck on her coochie
i been shooting at n*ggas like movies
i been shooting that lil’ f*cking uzi
yeah, what red light?, i’m not toosii
i might shoot this toolie
all these n*ggas fruity
they been riding smoothly like what?
[chorus]
versace, it’s fitted
getting that money, n*ggas would not get it
came from the bottom now i’m back up winning
she using my slang, she my lil’ mini
ok i admit it
i’m moving to cities
i ain’t seen my n*ggas it’s been a lil’ minute
out of my n*ggas, they know i’m the realest
got hurt so bad that sh*t still healing
i love that girl, but i think that she hate me
this gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
i’m used to bein played, i know she gonna break me
erase me, i can’t trust no love this sh*t been faking, erasing

[verse 2]
countin’ this money, yeah, i’m countin’ these checks
countin’ my money, yeah i gotta go flex
i can’t f*ck wit’ that lil’ b*tch man, all shе want is just some s*x
doin’ all that talkin’, i might put a cut through your neck
i loved that girl too much, but really she just want another ex
i see you talking migo, but you never take off
just met that lil’ b*tch and she want her clothes off
just pulled up to the gram, n*ggas on that sh*t talk
all these b*tch n*ggas lame, all them on that sweet stalk
oh that n*gga keep playin? take his d*mn face off
all them days that i stressed, it’s finally paid off
she treated my feelings like the d*mn playoffs
i ain’t like that n*gga, told his ass to f*ck off
why, why is he not dead?
why, why don’t i have his head?
why, why don’t i see some red?
why, why he not in his death bed?
[chorus]
versace, it’s fitted
getting that money, n*ggas would not get it
came from the bottom now i’m back up winning
she using my slang, she my lil’ mini
ok i admit it
i’m moving to cities
i ain’t seen my n*ggas it’s been a lil’ minute
out of my n*ggas, they know i’m the realest
got hurt so bad that sh*t still healing
i love that girl, but i think that she hate me
this gotta be a prank no way she wanna date me
i’m used to bein played, i know she gonna break me
erase me, i can’t trust no love this sh*t been faking, erasing

- jourdan brothern lyrics

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