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you wouldn't understand - loccside records lyrics

[hook: hxrrxrbxy]
god d*mn
all these b*tches bum fans
i’m over here, making my cash
some sh*t you don’t understand
i’m so high, ill never land

i hate the pills but i did em again
k!ll our vibe, we k!ll your man’s, ay

[chorus: hxrrxrbxy]
wake up, im feeling unmotivated
swerve in the whip, i’m intoxicated
lsr the best, there is no debating
they jealous of us and that’s why they hating
i’d rather get my bag, you could keep that b*tch
f*ck that, hit it, then i hit some l!ck
they hating on the kid, get em off my d*ck
but they won’t do sh*t (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: starboi.]
they hate on us, they hate on us, they hate on the gang
f*ck em’ though, cus we’ll leave em to hang
f*ck it up, i did it again
my glocky be tucked b*tch
run up on your block, (ay, yeah)
with my bl!ck b*tch, yeah, with my stick b*tch
[bridge: starboi.]
the f*ck do you mean?
the f*ck do you mean?
the f*ck do you mean?
yeah, i’m running up the bands
the f*ck do you mean?
the f*ck do you mean?
the f*ck do you mean?
yeah, it’s sh*t you wouldn’t understand

[hook: hxrrxrbxy]
god d*mn
all these b*tches bum fans
i’m over here, making my cash
some sh*t you don’t understand
i’m so high, ill never land
pull up with that heat, and i give em a tan
i hate the pills but i did em again
k!ll our vibe, we k!ll your man’s, ay

[verse 2: vxrtigo’s lulluby]
ay, i don’t f*ck with math, but i’m counting dividends
my mom wanna kick me out
but i’m with lsr regardless
off the cocaine, yeah
i’m feeling really nauseous (oh sh*t)
got a big ass strap
aim it at your f*cking head (at your head)
say you him more than me, f*ckin’ b*tch
we be stacking with the crew, make dividends we get, ay
leave him in the carpet
i’mma do my own sh*t
f*ck it we do ruthless
just like it be useless when i try to spit the pain
i got h*lla choppas, leave him in the car
i got h*lla choppas, leave him on the floor
every single hoe, just leave me on ignore
said that she don’t love me but she loving other guys
choppa hit his eye
i don’t f*ck with no one, rather be with my guys
[hook: hxrrxrbxy]
god d*mn
all these b*tches bum fans
i’m over here, making my cash
some sh*t you don’t understand
i’m so high, ill never land
pull up with that heat, and i give em a tan
i hate the pills but i did em again
k!ll our vibe, we k!ll your man’s, ay

- loccside records lyrics

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