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lowes - vaebeji lyrics

got some new freaks in the two*seater
big baguette stones they some heat seekers
all black hood like the grim reaper
need a spanish mami and she earth tone
see these fake n*ggas yeah they try to clone me
your b*tch like my voice say its monotone
yea my gang in this b*tch no i’m not alone
got that racks in this b*tch like i got a loan

pockets full of presidents as i’m in and out designer stores
got me a fendi rag let it hang down to the floor
yeah i’m a real humble n*gga yeah my heart made of pure gold
i iced up my timepiece then my neck yeah my diamonds froze
look at my neck yea it’s froze
ice on my wrist and it’s froze
ice on my ears and it’s froze
ice on my neck and it’s cold
i did not get this from sellin’ my soul
they already know lil beji was chose
i pull up with slime they wiping your nose
i’m keepin’ them tools like i work at lowe’s
i peep the fake sh*t don’t f*ck around and get exposed
i just want the money baby i can’t lay around with you hoes
they wanna flock around field like some crows
you ain’t gotta tell me that you real it’s gone show
i’m countin’ these racks in my home
i’m f*ckin’ a bad b*tch she grown
all black on my fye its not chrome
i’m so engaged with this cup like we married
the purple and red it taste like a berry
i keep me a mask cause sh*t can get scary
sh*t can get crucial how you wanna play it
think about it gone head and say it
drum on this b*tch and its filled with some lead
let off some shots and they hit in your head
they lyin’ if they told you they never fled
you just be talkin’ bro really be scared
hundred round drum hit that b*tch with some lead
i’m whippin’ the dope and i’m watchin’ it stretch
my trap doing numbers you need to invest

pockets full of presidents as i’m in and out designer stores
got me a fendi rag let it hang down to the floor
yeah i’m a real humble n*gga yeah my heart made of pure gold
i iced up my timepiece then my neck yeah my diamonds froze
look at my neck yea it’s froze
ice on my wrist and it’s froze
ice on my ears and it’s froze
ice on my neck and it’s cold
i did not get this from sellin’ my soul
they already know lil beji was chose
i pull up with slime they wiping your nose
i’m keepin’ them tools like i work at lowe’s
pockets full of presidents as i’m in and out designer stores
got me a fendi rag let it hang down to the floor
yeah i’m a real humble n*gga yeah my heart made of pure gold
i iced up my timepiece then my neck yeah my diamonds froze
look at my daimonds they froze
look at the daimonds they froze
look at my daimonds they froze
look at my daimonds they froze
i did not get this from sellin’ my soul
all of my diamonds they drippin’ they cold
f*ck ’bout these hoes
[ i do not give no f*ck ’bout these hoes]

- vaebeji lyrics

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