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garment - sb galore lyrics

one not the two give a f*ck about you i know that ima get it regardless
ima young black n*gga thats focused on bigger i know that my back got a target
its a glock to my left and a glock to my right got my patnas in here tryna start sh*t
i just told my lil bro that its not what you know you make money when you start to market
model x b*tch in a model x whip dis a tesla i dont gotta park it
dis is skating rink music im mackin at sparkles , skates off blunt ima spark it
at the airbnb rollin leafs fulla weed now im stuck spillin ash on the carpet
this is rap but they call me an artist , i can’t pr*nounce the name of my garment
true pockets big but the racks innem bigger my b*tch colored snicker ain’t see no hoe thicker
we get it lit with no flame or a wicker im cashin at prada i know they hate n*ggers
you wouldn’t figure that im countin figures keep thinking its sweet youll get rolled like a swisher
dese hoes b choosin she want me to pick her the most she gon get is a side hug and picture
like turtles and backs i be snapping , youd think its christmas the way the way i be wrappin
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opp had got shot oh what happened , i act concerned but deep down i am laughing
im in first place they like i can’t get past him , done takin ls leave that sh*t in the past tense
i see the foolery clear through a glass lens , im breakin bread all the way to my last cents
im good by myself , it used to be books now its guns on my shelf
try to save money to increase my wealth but i just spent a bag on peanut b*tter breath
i write w my left you get right or get left , all i care bout is checks but i direct deposit
i used to hide the good dope in my closet now i conceal drugs in my tiny jean pocket
hot potato i cannot be touched , dis ho so stingy she can’t like be f*cked , gold on my neck but you boys out of luck , i walked in w the fye but the clip hard to tuck
i feel like mike i don’t play bout my bucks , no i feel like mike iain goin for bull sh*t
extended the mag walk around with a full clip , i sense suspicion then i gotta pull it

- sb galore lyrics

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