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[pre*chorus: j three & lq]
hit on that b*tch with my irish jig
hittin’ that b*tch and her irish twin
i’m feelin lucky, it’s time to get rich
louie v belt and prada my b*tch
you checkin’ numbers
proud of the kid
none of these hoes take part in a win
hey, hey, now they all wanting a say, hey
none of these hoes gettin’ saved, hey
puttin’ gold right in the bank, hey
can’t take that sh*t to the grave, hey
wait, hey, this sh*t go hard in the rave, hey
hit on that b*tch with my irish jig
hittin’ that b*tch and her irish twin
i’m feelin lucky, it’s time to get rich
louie v belt and prada my b*tch

[chorus: j three & lq]
hoe, i ain’t got time to move too slow
is you friеnd?
oh, you must be foe
when i ridе, b*tch, you better roll
if we fall then i’m on my own

[verse 1: lq]
if you in my spotlight, b*tch, it ain’t right
hoes on roster just for one night
got these women tight
barking up the wrong tree, then i won’t bite
‘gotta f*ck that b*tch then leave
i ain’t got the time today
said you sleepin’ on my name, huh
b*tch i’m wide awake
dont have any shame
lq not a saint
she want diamond rings, that’s a heart i break
i was on the premise getting pensions learning lessons as adolescents
but we all set to different professions
but anything they do, i just do better
i ain’t have the time set just to lose effort
i make you switch sides like you bruce jenner
my berettas make em’ look like bruschetta
my strap blazing make em’ do the salsa
boy, you better move faster
so i hit on that b*tch with that irish jig
i wanna get with that chick with those big ol’ hips
i wanna get with her and her twin, hey
workin’ at jewel but putting a hit on your head is the best buy
she wanted like five guys with no sides
five guys with no fries
five guys at one time in her thighs
no hoe in my mind
that pit is within me so lq is worldwide
[chorus: j three & lq]
hoe, i ain’t got time to move too slow
is you friend?
oh, you must be foe
when i ride, b*tch, you better roll
if we fall, then i’m on my*
hoe, i ain’t got time to move too slow
is you friend?
oh, you must be foe
when i ride, b*tch, you better roll
if we fall, then i’m on my own

[verse 2: fry]
runnin’ round in circles
i nurtured the game in person
i heard that you had an intuition
itchin’ for these red curtains
i stay lurkin’
*n*lyze myself and all these deep verses
i’ve been choking on myself just to stay aversive
devastation in this world war three
keep the gun squeezed
i got no worth but i just head east
imma stand in the heat and take my shirt off
you thought that i would shadow myself?
but that just ain’t me
let the white flags heave
surrender, search and seizure
either gon’ be dead or resurrect on easter
travel up to ether
day out the womb i’ve been a leader
work an option
these days i feel impeding
even then, feelin’ myself
i’m way smaller to a meter
i can say, “i’m a f*ckin’ maniac, i spit facts”
but that’s just feedback
i can barely even afford slack
these days been gettin’ harder
i can hardly steer back
or hear that i’m a young legend
take my ass to harvard, b*tch
[chorus: j three & lq]
hoe, i ain’t got time to move too slow
is you friend? oh, you must be*

[verse 3: j three]
(foe, foe foe) too many foes so i keep the ‘fo*‘fo
b*tches always ‘tryna come ask me for a photo
j three don’t give a b*tch no promo
used to lie to mom just so i could sneak to hoe’s home
had to keep it honest with my baby on some real sh*t
when she get to suckin’ i might have to hit that k!ll switch
none of these hoes out here got it like that
safe to say i fell in love
found my queen and got attached
young dumb and reckless
lucky i never got caught on the exit
lucky that they never asked any questions
your run was pitiful
pray you accept it
when it gets difficult, b*tch are you stepping?
smooth criminal, she k!ll for my entrance
thriller intervals, not wasting a second
beat it critical then eat her for breakfast
i’m paying lip service to the motherf*ckers hating on it
it’s the same motherf*ckers hatin’ on it, waitin’ on it
it’s hard to push down the truth
it’ll work it’s way out
to the motherf*ckers always talkin’, what’chu ‘gotta say now?
i’m gone

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