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aint doin that - riven lyrics

[intro]
sheesh
yo
yo
ayy, yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
if i ain’t rap, yeah, them bricks, i’d be movin’ that
and i got yo’ b*tch on my list, i’m pursuin’ that
playin’ with his life like a game, yeah, he losin’ that
i could never fail, never fold, i’m not doin’ that
hop in a foreign ass whip and i’m cruisin’ fast
hop in the club with yo’ b*tch and she shakin’ ass
walk into neiman’s, spend it all then i make it back
walk in, walk out with them racks, take ’em back
and i got balenci’ as my kicks so i’m lacin’ that
run up on me, he can get deleted, we erasin’ that, yeah
three gram ‘wood, i’m facin’ that, yeah
i pop me a shroom bar and now i’m seein’ visuals
posted with pistols and we got additional
i’m treatin’ this b*tch like she is invisible
f*ck n*gga try me, leave his condition critical
i don’t give a f*ck, all my life, i been cynical
just bein’ me, i’m treated like a criminal
smokin’ on some green at the scene, it’s medicinal
online money, ho, this sh*t digital
pull up on me, sh*t can get physical
[verse 2]
ayy, flash, got some money flashin’
like a cigarette, we gon’ ash ’em
i’m stretchin’ money, i’m fantastic
i got him shocked, he want no static
make the b*tch flip like gymnastics
i know you not smart, you should not test it
i’m speedin’ in a beamer, feelin’ too reckless
goofy ass n*gga, yeah, now he’s tryna diss
n*ggas be mad ’cause they car worth my fit
half the new wave, i started this sh*t
hop in a tesla, self parkin’ that b*tch
and i’m in saks, i walk in that b*tch
i walk how i talk, no cap in my sh*t
pull out my bag and it’s racks in that b*tch
raf simons and vivienne westwood, legit
some of my n*ggas, they shoot, i admit
some of my n*ggas they shoot, i admit
like we posted with trees, we be posted with sticks
and we in the club lit, act a fool in that b*tch
walk in like i’m too cool for this sh*t
bb belt shinin’ like a pool in this b*tch

- riven lyrics

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