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worth it - luxury trav lyrics

[verse 1: luxury trav]
let me tell you what it’s really about
something 4 door couple city routes
got my b-tch in the p-ssenger
we just bicker about with her titties out
gold chains keep it real neat
my philly nigga say “you clean bull”
keep the shit your jeweler got
boy don’t you know they got a roley store
don’t you know i can’t push no civic
get money on out my own accord
fuck the hoes that you live for
relationships off good report
don’t you know its the real niggas
and they be wanting that real shit
all them bricks that you putting up
and still ain’t got nothing to build with
still ain’t got nothing to deal with
stress a k!ller rather die surpressing it with liquor
eating better so my b-tches they been getting thicker
see you stressing complaining bout option ain’t no reason
jamaican chick got 20 thousands just give her a visa
ethiopian from queens got her speaking swahili
she love the d she love the d try me come on her tv
keep my address and where abouts in like a iv
cause i can’t have these b-tches popping up like mr. cosby
muh fucker

[hook: luxury trav]
see i was worried about the wrong things
too many people in my ear now why they don’t care now
i hope that shit was worth it
man i just hope that shit was worth it
i see you switched up for that dollar
see you switched up for that dollar
i just hope that shit was worth it
man i hope that shit was worth it
i just hope that shit was worth it

[verse 2: luxury trav]
boy look how much done changed
changed so much since last year
now she let me check that pussy
check that box no pap smear
tucked away on some loft shit
acting off my instincts
ill help you down from that high ho-rs-
just to tell you your shit stinks
where yo captain phillips at
let him know i’m that nigga now
hustle like no other nigga
i would pawn the golden child
had my share of dimes too
but they ain’t never add to shit
rest in peace to cousin nigga
his k!ller using a bag to shit
latin shorty west dyckman
where i need it like a tight end
her girl could walk in at any minute
forget to mention she don’t like men
out for all these stamps nigga
stamps all in my p-ssport
grinding hard for these condos
my team need it only lord knows
in this whole new world if you ain’t post that shit you ain’t live it
man this rap shit can go so far let me know if you’re with it
its time to go hard my nigga ain’t no time to be timid
give a fuck bout a limit

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