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+ h/e - (remix) - $not lyrics

[intro: playboi carti & $not]
robbers, n*gga
what you know about robbin’ n*ggas?
what you know about tecs? (tssh*tssh*tssh*tssh*tssh)
what you know about mobbin’, n*gga? (slatt, tssh*tssh
look at these diamonds, they shinin’, yeah
look at these b*tches, they lyin’, yeah (tssh)
baby, these diamonds not johnny (ayy)
i just called up avianne

[verse 1: $not]
my enemies (ayy, ayy), they died in front of me (haha)
k!ll everyone, but one alive, i disagree (b*tch)
whoa, i disagree (uh*uh)
i been helpin’ n*ggas, but they stab me in the back (ah)
you only live once, so i’ma leave it in the past (in the past)
i leave it in the past (in the past)
i can get real f*ckin’ mad, hulk smash (yeah)
dior bracelet on my wrist, hold me down (ah)
baby, if i hurt you, will you still hold me down? (hold me down)
causin’ agony in n*ggas’ dreams while they sleep (haha)
confidence and vanity, bringin’ n*ggas h*ll (yuh)
and baby, if i show you everything, will you tell? (will you tell?)
bringin’ b*tches h*e*double*hockey*sticks (yeah)
f*ck ’em up in every point with hollow tips (yeah)
triple dog dare me, lightning strike to your face (yeah)
f*ck wit’ me, i’ll have you runnin’ laps in a maze (ayy)
goyard, mix*match, ’cause i got different taste (yuh)
[verse 2: playboi carti]
look at these diamonds, they shinin’, yeah
look at these b*tches, they lyin’, yeah (tssh)
baby, these diamonds not johnny, yeah
i just called up avianne, yeah
i don’t got no stylist, yeah (slatt)
all my planes are private (tssh)
perkies on the private
we don’t f*ck with molly
we had to lay back on them pills (tssh)
i just f*cked the pint up
i’m finna set up in your field
get slimed, lil’ b*tch, i know you not real
i’ma spend my money on guns and pills
in atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
i’m on that lean, lil’ b*tch
kick the b*tch out, i didn’t need the b*tch (tssh)
i’m from the flat, lil’ n*ggas (yeah)
we started trappin’, n*gga (tssh)
we started rappin’, n*gga
these all black diamonds, n*gga
hang out with robbers, n*gga
what you know about robbin’ n*ggas?
what you know about tecs? (tssh*tssh*tssh*tssh*tssh)
what you know about mobbin’, n*gga? (slatt, tssh*tssh)
[outro: playboi carti]
look at these diamonds, they shinin’, yeah
look at these b*tches, they lyin’, yeah (tssh)
baby, these diamonds not johnny, yeah
i just called up avianne, yeah
i don’t got no stylist, yeah (slatt)
all my planes are private (tssh)
perkies on the private
we don’t f*ck with molly
we had to lay back on them pills (tssh)
i just f*cked the pint up
i’m finna set up in your field
get slimed, lil’ b*tch, i know you not real
i’ma spend my money on guns and pills
in atlanta with a b*tch, yeah, the b*tch so bad
i’m on that lean, lil’ b*tch
kick the b*tch out, i didn’t need the b*tch (ayy)

- not lyrics

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