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don’t miss! - $ofaygo lyrics

[intro]
i’m me (grrah)
i don’t feel like i gotta be like anybody else
at the end of the day i’ma always do me, so it’s like
if you don’t like it, then f*ck it
(2ezzy on some other sh*t)

[chorus]
you better lace up your boots, let’s go to war (woah)
suicide doors (woo), motherf*ck a ford (yeah)
i’ma get that bag and i can’t ever come up short (oh yeah)
i’m a poor sport, you play with me then get extorted
i bought that bag for my lil’ shawty
i’m too geeked, i’m too r*t*rded
why you even listen to what they say?
you know if you need me you can call
[?]
number (n)ine in my size (number (n)ine, number (n)ine)
everything i touch heat
if i don’t miss, don’t be suprised

[verse]
how can they surpass me?
shut the f*ck up, lil’ b*tch
we getting up, lil’ b*tch (yeah)
and i spend a whole rack on the kicks
but i cannot hold back on a n*gga, man
i put them old racks on a n*gga
i cannot go back being broke
run up and go to saks, i’m at neiman’s
man, that chopper go “doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*fah”
go and get it up, you’re dying trying
shooter pull up with this hot nine
you ain’t never put your life on the line
he ain’t ever buy his mama a bag
he don’t know the feeling of having racks (yeah)
d*mn, a young n*gga got off his ass
now he thumbin’ through the paper fast
now he thumbin’ through the*, haha (yeah)
now he thumbin’ through the paper fast
on the highway, do whole d*mn dash
catch up, boy, you’re coming in last
pedal to the metal, foot on the gas
up in the a with a h*town b*tch
she lovin’ a n*gga, smack her on her (woo), ass

[chorus]
you better lace up your boots, let’s go to war (woah)
suicide doors (woo), motherf*ck a ford (yeah)
i’ma get that bag and i can’t ever come up short (oh yeah)
i’m a poor sport, you play with me then get extorted
i bought that bag for my lil’ shawty
i’m too geeked, i’m too r*t*rded
why you even listen to what they say?
you know if you need me you can call
[?]
number (n)ine in my size (number (n)ine, number (n)ine)
everything i touch heat
if i don’t miss, don’t be suprised

[outro]
ayy, i’m done playin’ with n*ggas
i got my foot on they neck, ahaha
and that’s how we gon’ deal with ’em
sit here and count these racks (b*tch)
ayy, but f*ck you if you don’t like it though

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