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specialize - lil tony official lyrics

[intro]
(roc that sh*t out, hari)

[chorus]
life been gettin’ deep, days been gettin’ longer, i ain’t gettin’ sleep
money gettin’ taller, problems gettin’ shorter, legs weak
b*tch gettin’ aggy, pants gettin’ saggy, bands gettin’ heavy
ran it up, i’m still consistently steppin’
we pop tech, f*ck thots, most of ’em used as props
i be wonderin’ if she let me f*ck if my chain come off
these b*tches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(oh sh*t, oh sh*t, there he go, f*ck is that? oh my god, is that key? yeah, that’s him)

[verse]
k!ller micro drac’ with fashion, double homicide (micro drac’)
i seen the ‘cat after a stain, i had to jump inside (gang)
smoke a n*gga cookie (cookie), spint lil’ bro, he p*ssy (p*ssy), foe n*gga gushin’ (bah, uh)
yeah, n*ggas see i ran it up, now they need a god (broke*ass n*ggas)
no way you think i’m stunna, b*tch, my music nationwide (b*tch)
hit a boutique, buy everything, i don’t even pick the size (sh*t, you a fly motherf*cker)
ran into my first hundred thousand (woo), two hundred thousand (hot d*mn)
three hundred thousand (hot d*mn), four hundred thousand, five (sh*t)
n*ggas better catch up, they still stuck on they first twenty*five (d*mn, dub*five)
i done spent a twenty*five on a twenty*five and took out a dime
bought a car, put the rest up, got a f*ckin’ 9 (glizzy)
40 got bigger (bigger), guns got bigger (bigger), young rich n*gga
i must admit i’m havin’ dog sh*t for real, you gettin’ paper, come and get with me
(come here, come here, come here, come on, where we goin’? n*gga, get with me)
ain’t got no f*cks with for no fake n*gga (f*ckboy)
i’ll let that drac’ hit ’em (drac’, bah*bah*bah*bah*bah, drac’)
[chorus]
life been gettin’ deep, days been gettin’ longer, i ain’t gettin’ sleep
money gettin’ taller, problems gettin’ shorter, legs weak
b*tch gettin’ aggy, pants gettin’ saggy, bands gettin’ heavy
ran it up, i’m still consistently steppin’
we pop tech, f*ck thots, most of ’em used as props
i be wonderin’ if she let me f*ck if my chain come off
these b*tches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(oh sh*t, oh sh*t, there he go, f*ck is that? oh my god, is that key? that’s him)

- lil tony official lyrics

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