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basics - rob dymez lyrics

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bought a new whip left my hoe with it
came to the booth for the keys just to run to the store with it
she swear her celine match the blue on the seam it don’t even go with it
she park where ever she want get tickets and even get towed with it
f*ck it just roll with it

i let it slide p*ssy got grip
late everytime but a n*gga don’t miss
picked up the pen i put that on my wrist
n*ggas off balance slow with the shift
spend too much at the stu i put one at crib
that’s for my dawgs threw the assist
team is consistent i switch my b*tch
picked up some game from cam & dips (ballin)

bad and she nasty
bad b*tches, gas weed
that’s what time we on
bad and she nasty
bad b*tches, gas weed
that’s what time we on

addys weed smoke patron patek
big
faces
making plays on my b*tches phone
traces
chain dipping in and out the flute
basics
f*cking up my north faces
f*cking up the virgil rug from ikea
in barranquilla
drop the pin
but i never see her
she bossy
look like megan
just a lil thicker
she calling but i can’t hit her if my dawg hit her
she young and used to get it on her own
i turn on her she turn back on me
thats for the streets don’t say that’s all me
i send her songs she post on only
let’s see let’s see
hitting my zone right
alright hitting my alright yea
turn the light zone right
left right up right
this is that zone my sh*t
i broke the code like this
them n*ggas ain’t cold like this
i broke the mold like this
them n*ggas ain’t code like this
bad and she nasty
bad b*tches, gas weed
that’s what time we on
bad and she nasty
bad b*tches, gas weed
that’s what time we on

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