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tyedye - leaf lyrics

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fast food, it’s a drive by
white shirt turned into a tye dye
talk sh*t, must be high high
you don’t want them problems with me my guy

wear my [?] one time and i throw ‘em out
if my timbs get a scratch, gotta throw ‘em out
get that head in my bed, then i throw ‘em out
hit the club with some bread, then i throw it out
i don’t even care what it cost
anything but going up is a loss
when you’re grand diamonds you know how to floss
you getting on, but b*tch im going off

all of my n*ggas on go, we don’t talk bout it
all of my b*tches just throw, we don’t talk bout it
that be the problem, these b*tches just talk bout it
talk bout it, talk bout it, talk bout it
all of my n*ggas on go, we don’t talk bout it
all of my b*tches just throw, we don’t talk bout it
that be the problem, these b*tches just talk bout it, talk bout it
talk bout it, talk bout it, talk bout it

fast food, it’s a drive by
white shirt turned into a tye dye
talk sh*t, must be high high
you don’t want them problems with me my guy
fast food, it’s a drive by
white shirt turned into a tye dye
talk sh*t, must be high high
you don’t want them problems with me my guy
eating good, [?] apollo
withe the thicc litte b*tch who a model
all my bk b*tches really be outside
all my [?] ass b*tches really down to ride
only wear jordans if they 350 and up
when i pop b*tches, only do like 15 and up
if she pop out, then you know she giving it up
why you mad now? ‘cause we really living it up

all of my n*ggas on go, we don’t talk bout it
all of my b*tches just throw, we don’t talk bout it
that be the problem, these b*tches just talk bout it
talk bout it, talk bout it, talk bout it
all of my n*ggas on go, we don’t talk bout it
all of my b*tches just throw, we don’t talk bout it
that be the problem, these b*tches just talk bout it, talk bout it
talk bout it, talk bout it, talk bout it

fast food, it’s a drive by
white shirt turned into a tye dye
talk sh*t, must be high high
you don’t want them problems with me my guy
fast food, it’s a drive by
white shirt turned into a tye dye
talk sh*t, must be high high
you don’t want them problems with me my guy

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