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weeks (fast) - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
(al geno on the track)

[verse 1: luh tyler]
i done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
now we up there at the top, i know moms lookin’ proud at me
when sh*t get rough, you gotta keep on grindin’, that’s just how it be
man, this sh*t, it came at the perfect timing, know them n*ggas see
yeah, n*gga know we can’t cheat
man, my n*gga just like stephen curry, he shoot from the three
n*gga, i’ma make ’em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon’ freeze
n*gga snap on beats, we eat
i guess that rappin’ in my genes

[chorus: luh tyler]
everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
we gon’ run that paper up, i need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain’t about that bag, then i don’t want no dealings
everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
we gon’ run that paper up, i need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain’t about that bag, then i don’t want no dealings
[post*chorus: nocap]
both of my shoes on top of suits, n*gga, you know i stand on business
come from that concrete, i wish you could see the sh*t that i don’t mention
we was just servin’ fiend nicks, feel like deandre ayton
i pull up h*llcat and shoot, we don’t do no conversatin’
remember days in public housin’, now we flyin’ private
packin’ everywhere i stand, i feel like bin laden
all my n*gga in the pen’, but i still make deposits
i cut the lean off, been havin’ withdrawals for weeks

[verse 2: nocap]
been tryna buy love, make sure i keep all the receipts
i can get him touched, ain’t talkin’ pedophile, we creep
lambos and ‘rari vs, just know that sh*t we need for speed
bro sold that dog food and i ain’t never seen him breed
stick up in the box’ll send ’em down below
blew up, now i see what you around me for
you who i want, but girl, don’t never think i need you
pull up i8, go ask the hood, i’m the one feed ’em
but they say i been actin’ funny since i got on
luh tyler, do you want this ho? my n*gga, i don’t (al geno on the track)
got dream to go buy a island, i’m playin’ blind
my b*tch, she top tier, but blowin’ up my phone cryin’

[chorus: luh tyler]
everybody tryna be a star, but they don’t know the feeling
every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon’ have millions
we gon’ run that paper up, i need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain’t about that bag, then i don’t want no dealings
[post*chorus: nocap]
both of my shoes on top of suits, n*gga, you know i stand on business
come from that concrete, i wish you could see the sh*t that i don’t mention
we was just servin’ fiend nicks, feel like deandre ayton
i pull up h*llcat and shoot, we don’t do no conversatin’
remember days in public housin’, now we flyin’ private
packin’ everywhere i stand, i feel like bin laden
all my n*gga in the pen’, but i still make deposits
i cut the lean off, been havin’ withdrawals for weeks

- luh tyler lyrics

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