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companyy - slump6s lyrics

[pre*chorus]
now its gone changing
i’m not trying to let y’all give me a reason
on one tryna see you

[verse 1]
(is that elisg?)
i’m rich so boy. stop hating now
and i’ll never leave you for dead need you to hear me out
if sh*t got bad for me? just wanna know, would you stick around?
im mixing and matching vetement swag. i’m trying to switch the style

[chorus]
you don’t deserve my company
but this hoe so bad, but i know she can’t do nun for me
flexing all this time, she had enough of me
gotta keep the same number i got up on my jeans

[verse 2]
this hoe love the way i swag sit around i’m watching
tryna put this brain in lil hoe back she like omg
couldn’t even do shows i got to smacked on this smoochie (smoochie)
that lil boy monеy i spent a bag on this chrome heart piеce
y’all n*ggas ain’t got no back bone see n*ggas tryna copy my swag
did this lil hoe like my last one
whole gang rich gotta up swag (swag)
lv coat b*tch i love fashion then turn 250 my dash
reupped i f*cked up last sh*t had to turn sh*t off sh*t trash then buss down all on my patek
[verse 3]
lil hoe don’t know my past
take a trip where you couldn’t imagine you like my twin
go pass
you ain’t ever been in no aston had twin pull up black mask
turn his lil ass straight to past tense
but we smoke the boy down like ash (ash)
we could really do em could’ve taken a different route but i chose to focus on the music
we just walked in and it dropped once my n*ggas really get into it
she gone do what ever i say 500 yeah, this is for the ontray
those bullets hit him like his pump*pain
n*gga rattle snake. he acts like {?}
250 on the wrist its elliante
all black the boys can’t see me like it’s john cena
ap on my wrist. i call this sh*t my time reader b*tch
i’m sick, but ain’t no gonorrhea
f*ck that lil hoe drop her cause i don’t need her
i don’t want your hair. just give me dome. please
come a long way from rapping off a phone speaker

[verse 4]
get it on your own
was a youngin thumbin through the cash
before i could vote
i pull up she treat me like the king
tryna find the throne
get it on your own
get it own your own
b*tch don’t need no stylist
its a gadget in my closet
and the 3d pocket watch it walk in still got my sizes
dropped out school ain’t need no college
bank roll still feel them hunnids
these n*ggas they not on nothing
[pre*chorus]
now its gone changing
i’m not trying to let y’all give me a reason
on one tryna see you

i’m rich so boy. stop hating now
and i’ll never leave you for dead need you to hear me out
if sh*t got bad for me?
just wanna know, would you stick around?
im mixing and matching vetement swag
i’m trying to switch the style

[chorus]
you don’t deserve my company
and this hoe so bad, but i know she can’t do nun for me
flexing all this time, she had enough of me
gotta keep the same number i got up on my jeans

woah
woah
woah

- slump6s lyrics

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