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miss me - prince navon lyrics

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[chorus]
she like how i pull up in that all black benz with the top back
we don’t price check
we just cop that
talkin like he hot, all that cap you need to stop that
actin like he got it & he bout it
you should watch that
& nights like this i ride, windows tinted eyes low
slide down 85, duckin’ dodging popo
how did i end up here, with you, girl i don’t know
if it ain’t about the bread, tell me what we talkin’ for?
you can miss me with it

[verse 1]
who better, admit it
hit a l!ck with the team, split it
yeah they talk bout that life, they don’t live it
kodiene, promethazine yeah, don’t sip it
i gеt high off life, not hi*tec
20 bad broads & they all on my jеt
new bugatti ima whip it like pyrex
no delta, i be flyer than the pilot
diamonds dancing they doing gymnastics
she too boujee i like mine ratchet
she give what i want, no askin’
gotta keep it real, i can’t do no cappin’
she a flip we don’t cuff, we just pass it
put a quater*milli in the mattress
bought a bentley i’m too far from average
[chorus]
she like how i pull up in that all black benz with the top back
we don’t price check
we just cop that
talkin like he hot, all that cap you need to stop that
actin like he got it & he bout it
you should watch that
& nights like this i ride, windows tinted eyes low
slide down 85, duckin’ dodging popo
how did i end up here, with you, girl i don’t know
if it ain’t about the bread, tell me what we talkin’ for?
you can miss me with it

[verse 2]
top down in a new coop sliding
let the money talk, you too silent
run it up like a track meet
i got 2 bad babes in the back seat wildin’
diamonds hittin’ my new wrist violent
young prince, refer to me as your highness
mirror mirror tell me who’s the flyest
bl**dy red seats look like somebody died in
diamonds dancing they doing gymnastics
she too boujee i like mine ratchet
she give what i want, no askin’
gotta keep it real, i can’t do no cappin’
she a flip we don’t cuff, we just pass it
put a quater*milli in the mattress
bought a bentley i’m too far from average
[chorus]
she like how i pull up in that all black benz with the top back
we don’t price check
we just cop that
talkin like he hot, all that cap you need to stop that
actin like he got it & he bout it
you should watch that
& nights like this i ride, windows tinted eyes low
slide down 85, duckin’ dodging popo
how did i end up here, with you, girl i don’t know
if it ain’t about the bread, tell me what we talkin’ for?
you can miss me with it

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