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veevees - xedgrick lyrics

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imma cop rolex watches
imma start showing off
get a bag then fold the profit

invest and own the block
she bad but she bad for a n-gga
imma tell her go home you off
still tryna go trash a n-gga
imma put you on the clock
trappin i’m in the mall i spent bout 20k huh, yeah
walk in i feel so tall i’m in the nba huh, yeah
shawty dont touch my ball imma put that d on play huh,yeah
imma just reach so far that reed richard way huh, yeah, hey
imma get the profit imma run
i cant play no games ain’t no monopoly this ain’t fun
i see why you hating i’m on top because i won
n-ggas stink like davy jones locker in the sun huh, yeah
get in my bag i’m tryna pop before the summer off
got me a milf she wearing crop top with a wonderbra
she so s-xy she can drop it off a summersault, aye yeah
i might flex her in that rolls royce
i can’t text her that’s the wrong choice
she ain’t special on that short bus
ion miss her cause i’m going forward, yeah d-mn
shoot that missle like kim jong un

dripped out in some tom ford
baby hittin my line man she so annoying
cruising through the city with the top off
baby girl she pretty she ain’t no knock off
backwood bout to spark up
kickstand yeah you know w-ssup
baby, uhh
turning up like uhh

uhhuhuhuhh
lets go lets roll uhuhuhuh
f-ck this party up yeah lil shawty wanna drink some more uhuh
yeah, aye, aye, what, yeah, uh
wearin that gucci headband, f-ckin yo b-tch yeah eh eh
she in there f-ck on a handstand, i’m in the party eh eh
aye, aye, how you feel wait
aye, aye drop the top when i be ridin
d-mn, d-mn, the motherf-ckin trees
aye pop that motherf-cker like a motherf-cker
no perky, but i know that ecstasy
i might slime under the b-tches yeah
young thug how i get it yeah, yeah
oh, yeah, its that burberry belt
know that sh-t fake, uh, $90 a belt
uh, one day one she can have, diamonds they shine like ah, ah
right in yo face, ooh, bust that b-tch with a glock, aye

come into the game by fault
diamonds on me they shine like gloss, huh
run into the fame, my fault
climbing over trees knocked my tracks off, huh
strong enough to leave my thoughts
i don’t wanna leave i might dip off, huh
knockin on the wood, don’t let me in
pops who should i call my friend
i got the louie v pouch
and they wanna come around just to see what we bout, huh
veevees in my mouth
might just shine and knock you out, huh
see me in this drought
dr. drip finna give me clout yeah
pbs kids sprout, what i used to watch still sittin on the couch, huh
no cap, sittin on a chaise, blue and red lights all around my face, huh
we ain’t on a date, go ahead and dip af- hold on keep on playing
we ain’t on a date, go ahead and dip after yo- hold on redo
we ain’t on a date, go ahead and dip aft- hold on redo, huh
we ain’t on a date, go ahead and dip after you pay, huh
mhm, wrist diamond make the patek shake, huh
you ain’t back me up, now you tryna take my place, huh
you ain’t back me up, huh huh

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