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lexus - ssg splurge lyrics

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hey get in here, teejmadeit
mom, teej is on the computer again!

[verse]
yeah
i got some b*tches on perc’ and drank, usually they drink on they own (they own)
prolly somewhere gettin’ higher then a b*tch, in the zone, don’t answer the phone (don’t do that)
f*ckin’ on instagram hoe’s too easy, i thought that i told you before (i told ’em)
she gon’ pull up, eat some d*ck for some yeezy’s, and i’ma pull off and be gone
they like “goop what the f*ck goin” i’m cleaner than n*ggas in rome (goop)
all of my b*tchеs just bad to the bone, i f*ck ’em and sеnd ’em right home
constantly thinking about cracking a dome, my pop’s in the fed’s gettin’ old (old)
at any given moment start droppin’ a song, or fill up a truck with some low’s
[chorus]
no, i ain’t tryna dap n*ggas
ride with choppas thats been tampered with
i got a new drop, let’s go wack n*ggas
you don’t gotta pull it, just tap with it (tap it)
talkin’ bout glock’s, i’m in traffic, wit’ it (traffic)
turn a sm*t heart to a pack, ship it (pack ship)
told ’em to shoot it with focus and diligence
turn a tough guy to a back*flip
my b*tches love lucy and x (x)
my white hoe like jewelry and s*x (uh*huh)
my thick hoe gon’ be on a jet (okay)
my hood hoe said get her a lexus

[verse]
and she make me f*ck up her credit (yeah)
i don’t wear prada, margiella, forget it
yea, nothin’ but designer, i did it (check it)
i done went white hoe, vanilla and chocolate
yea nothing but top 20, i hit ’em
swear, its like all of my guns getting bigger
i like following all of my b*tches on twitter
nah we ain’t worried about sh*t gettin’ caught in the mail
cause all of them draco’s is little
percocet, i can move sh*t like matilda
fair cash, if he don’t wanna do that we hit ’em
fairfax, walk down that b*tch pull the glizzy
i put some racks to ’em, why he still living?
[chorus]
no, i ain’t tryna dap n*ggas
ride with choppas thats been tampered with (tampered)
i got a new drop, let’s go wack n*ggas (wack ’em)
you don’t gotta pull it, just tap with it
talkin’ bout glock’s, i’m in traffic, wit’ it
turn a sm*t heart to a pack, ship it (pack ship)
told ’em to shoot it with focus and diligence
turn a tough guy to a back*flip (back*flip)
my b*tches love lucy and x
my white hoe like jewelry and s*x (uh*huh)
my thick hoe gon’ be on a jet
my hood hoe said get her a lexus

yeah, i don’t wear prada, margiella, forget it
yea, nothin’ but designer, i did it
(mom, teej is on the computer again!)
i done went white hoe, vanilla and chocolate
yea nothing but top 20, i hit ’em

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