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figures - ka$hdami lyrics

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[intro]
grrah*boaw*boaw*boaw
bee, fah, fah

[verse]
made a opp disappear, n*gga, like a genie
your b*tch givin’ head, like a beanie
he cap for the net ’cause he won’t come see me
i’m signed to the streets, i ain’t signing no treatie
and i’m movin’ these packs like a motherf*ckin’ widget
and i’m spinnin’ his block like a motherf*ckin’ fidget
you rock hand me down, n*gga, my sh*t fitted
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, yo’ whole block get it
don’t go back there, boy, yo’ thot in the back
i came up off a play and i ain’t goin’ back
boy, you n*ggas ain’t gang, ain’t no flag on your back
i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch and i’m pulling her tracks
if he keep talkin’ sh*t, i’ma send him his b*tch, traps
me and my gang got big straps
said he bettеr than me, i don’t get that
and yo’ man just died, gеt your l!ck back
you needa get your l!ck back, n*gga
i’m in new york and i’m countin’ up figures
hundreds and fifty’s look good in my pictures
these n*ggas want beef with me just ’cause i’m richer
lil’ dami going up
i ain’t lovin’ these hoes, they gon’ f*ck up my trust
gettin’ this money a must
if my bro throw the oop, i’ma run that sh*t up
[outro]
made a opp disappear, n*gga, like a genie
your b*tch givin’ head, like a beanie
he cap for the net ’cause he won’t come see me
i’m signed to the streets, i ain’t signing no treatie
and i’m movin’ these packs like a motherf*ckin’ widget
and i’m spinnin’ his block like a motherf*ckin’ fidget
you rock hand me down, n*gga, my sh*t fitted
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, yo’ whole block get it
don’t go back there, boy, yo’ thot in the back
i came up off a play and i ain’t goin’ back
boy, you n*ggas ain’t gang, ain’t no flag on your back
i’m f*ckin’ this b*tch and i’m pulling her tracks
if he keep talkin’ sh*t, i’ma send him his b*tch, traps
me and my gang got big straps
said he better than me, i don’t get that
and yo’ man just died, get your l!ck back
you needa get your l!ck back, n*gga
i’m in new york and i’m countin’ up figures
hundreds and fifty’s look good in my pictures
these n*ggas want beef with me just ’cause i’m richer
lil’ dami going up
i ain’t lovin’ these hoes, they gon’ f*ck up my trust
gettin’ this money a must
if my bro throw the oop, i’ma run that sh*t up (gang)

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