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rollie flex - sir abe & malley$hotcupid lyrics

[pre*chorus: sir abe]
bust that rollie flex
i don’t got regrets
if that n*gga play then we shoot at his neck, uh*huh
but we still doing shows, uh
i’m still popping x, uh*huh
i’m in italy with kai, my wrist got baguettes

[chorus: sir abe]
get cash, make dough
see opps, lay low
i pour two fours in my faygo
i don’t got no bread hoe
you should be my bae tho’
we not the same, oh
c.o.b. the gang, oh

[verse 1: sir abe]
choppa on me, it blow
huh, they call me double 00
we not popping x tonight, malley brought the coke
and we in the mood tonight that’s murder she wrote
we not worried about the slammer
so we up our hammers
told the bih’ let go
choppa like [?]
the whole school tryna be like me
i’m nicki minaj when i up my heat
i pay my [?] fo’show
my n*ggas win when we do the most
get cash, i win, get big bankrolls
could never spend my cash on a hoe
[chorus: sir abe & malley$hotcupid]
get cash, make dough
see opps, lay low
i pour two fours in my faygo
i don’t got no bread hoe
you should be my bae tho’
we not the same, oh
c.o.b. the gang, oh (what, what, what?)

[verse 2: malley$hotcupid]
faygo k!ll me
i’ma gun him down, big body, [?]
wipe the grin off his face when he see me
bet those hollow*tips hit him like it’s 3*d
john cena, you can’t see me
got him, add a rack, at me
your girl got bad knees
laughing to the bank
huh, n*gga get baked
like a cake, he got beef, bring him steak
me and my twin in la
n*gga froze, he afraid
steal yo’ girl, you’re too late
diamonds wet like a lake
i can’t hang with the fakes
n*ggas cap, n*ggas rats, say anything cause they snakes
huh, bullets hit his face
he can’t escape, molly at the rave
[pre*chorus: sir abe, malley$hotcupid, & sir abe and malley$hotcupid]
bust that rollie flex (yuh)
i don’t got regrets (yuh)
if that n*gga play then we shoot at his neck, uh*huh
but we still doing shows, uh
i’m still popping x, uh*huh
i’m in italy with kai, my wrist got baguettes

[chorus: sir abe]
get cash, make dough
see opps, lay low
i pour two fours in my faygo
i don’t got no bread hoe
you should be my bae tho’
we not the same, oh
c.o.b. the gang, oh

- sir abe malleyhotcupid lyrics

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