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im lit - kz- hinton lyrics

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[hook]
roll up, n*gga we gone roll up
we can’t even let these lame n*ggas know us
she know i’m the man, see me in the tour bus
she wanna move fast, told her baby no rush, yeah
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake

[verse]
i’m getting racks like it’s tennis
come and rob me and my n*ggas, you can see how we living
said she wanna get a taste, told her hop the rental
put the whole team on, when they cop me, it’s sprinting
had to kick it to the curb, then i told her it’s simple
yeah, if i erase them i ain’t talking no pencils
and my drip too hard, i done got me a ticket
[?] up out the county jail, i done did my sentence
hundred round draco, it don’t leave no witness
can’t f*ck with fake hoes
gucci shoes on my feet with the lace gold
let a n*gga try me like i’m [?]
[?] on my n*gga, n*gga tryna get his chain froze
and i’m a big boss
only thing that she left was her lip gloss
money moves on the line when i’m [?]
i can’t wait to show these people that i’ve been raw
b*tch so bad, i had to f*ck her with my chains on
the type of n*gga you can’t bring around your b*tch
she wanna be around a n*gga cause i’m lit
quick trip out to cali in the stu’ i’m making hits
i remember they was doubting, i was calling collect
if you ain’t on your sh*t then it’s onto the next
n*ggas mad that i wouldn’t put my foot on their neck
i’m pulling up with time n*gga, i ain’t breaking a sweat
the type of n*gga you can’t bring around your b*tch
she wanna be around a n*gga cause i’m lit
quick trip out to cali in the stu’ i’m making hits
oh, oh

[hook]
roll up, n*gga we gone roll up
we can’t even let these lame n*ggas know us
she know i’m the man, see me in the tour bus
she wanna move fast, told her baby no rush, yeah
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake
roll up, n*gga we gone roll up
we can’t even let these lame n*ggas know us
she know i’m the man, see me in the tour bus
she wanna move fast, told her baby no rush, yeah
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake
but i’m just tryna get a taste
she make it clap for a n*gga, birthday cake

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