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love dat - sir abe lyrics

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[intro: sir abe]
d*mn, it’s*
i’m recording in the rain right now, uhm
yeah
i’on care, the grind don’t stop, haha

[chorus: sir abe]
3 am smoking big gas
should i wear the mickie’s or the jay’s? i’m a mix*match
he smoke that x, he bought the whole bag
smoking on that pressure everyday, i need my lungs back
i spit on that p*ssy when i f*ck it and she love that
what the f*ck bro? what these n*ggas on?

[verse 1: sir abe]
i’m invisible, i just know i can’t do nothing wrong
and my n*ggas getting money, yeah, we got it going on
and i’m tryna f*ck, shorty let me know what you on
what you want from me?
n*gga i’m a assh0l*
spinning, i’m a semi [?] n*gga you get backdoored
what you got yo’ mag for?
got a ‘lil mag if a n*gga wanna act hard

[verse 2: malley$hotcupid]
shawty really hate it when i’m sippin’ up the wockhardt
n*gga play with me, he gеt toasted like a pop*tart
i see shooting stars in my dream, what that mеan?
shawty sniffing coke up her nose, she a fiend
in the back smoking dope with the trio
i can’t f*ck with leos
diamonds on my neck, it look like water, call it sea, hoe
and on my neck it’s so icy, turn this chain, made her freeze hoe
now i gotta spin this plug, he give me them drugs, call him, “chico”
margiela on my feet, hoe
huh, blast a n*gga if he get up in the way
i’m the best to ever do it, i feel like i’m great
if she ever cheat on me, take her to her grave
i might die, that’s a lie, i’m forever straight
perkies take the pain away, i can’t feel a thing
[verse 3: sir abe]
and if she wanna play with me, i don’t play no games
getting dollars, i’ma make the money anyway
shawty really wanna hit the store, it’s a [?] day
yeah, i’m crushing on that .40, that [?] never end
and i’m tryna be yo’ n*gga, i ain’t tryna be yo’ friend
i ain’t tryna be yo’ homie when my n*ggas out them bl!cks
load them .40’s up, point them n*ggas to his f*cking head
wait, shoot, prada bae, ain’t nothin’ new
i ain’t tryna f*ck along shorty, you can bring ’em too
sh*t, two man, i’ma f*ck yo’ p*ssy good then f*ck yo’ best friend
but between me and you, you lowkey be giving best head
huh, choppa bricks
sell it for some f*cking nics
c.o.b. and [?], my n*ggas be getting rich
we some misfits
yeah, i ain’t wish sh*t
it feel like it christmas
hit up santa, told him i got a .40 on my wish list
that bih’ really lovin’ me and she give the d*ck a kiss, kiss
if you pull up on me and you shoot, you gon’ miss, miss
we got big sticks
plus my wrist sl!ck
i got all these yellow diamonds like it’s p*ssmas

[chorus: sir abe]
3 am smoking big gas
should i wear the mickie’s or the jay’s? i’m a mix*match
he smoke that x, he bought the whole bag
smoking on that pressure everyday, i need my lungs back
i spit on that p*ssy when i f*ck it and she love that
what the f*ck bro? what these n*ggas on?
[outro: sir abe]
no i can’t do nothing wrong
mmh*mmh

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