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wish me well 3 coming - yfn lucci lyrics

look, now and days my money longer than pannochio, nose
i remember when we used to fold, fold
i gotta hunnid ways to get the dough
trick a n*gga out his jewelry boy you been a hoe
r.i.p my n*gga pat from the n.o
i just gotta stay strapped that’s me m.o
i ain’t never learn how to adapt around no weirdos
we gone turn yo big homie, b*tch you took willow
he ain’t gone let me get my rocks off what you here foe
cross a n*gga like hot sauce for a kilo
last chain that a n*gga bought was a kilo
fell in love with strip club cause of kilo
nasty dime, they said they want smoke why you asking for cancer
pull up in a ghost i need to namе this bit casper
you ain’t never sold soap but you claim you a trappеr
every opp hoe i done had her
someone sticking d*ck in her bladder
see a crown vic we skiddadle
see a opp b*tch we get active
hit a top pick we gone draft him
nah i ain’t gotta get up outta character
dope money, show money, slow money better than no money
now i gotta closet full of old money
used to be my dog now you dissing n*ggas, so funny
i was gone let that sh*t live but you know what
they said we hit up they crib n*gga so what
i pull up in all types of whips and you know it
it ain’t nun to get a n*gga zipped and you know it
that sticks got some tits on that b*tch and its going
name a strand off yo home boy
all that pain i got no heart
we put k’s in our goyard
cartier frames i look so smart
first day she came i got brain that bit so smart
drive a hurricane in the rain like a go kart
f*ck her til she came on the gang im a p*rnstar
look never used to own star, i know that im going far
never used the long ???
tell me why these n*ggas quick to show they hand
once you crossed the line, then that’s where you standing
i got murder on my mind im just saying but im tryna get rich as i can
i can’t be tripping off b*tches i had
when that money came in, it got good it got bad
if it ain’t about a dollar, my daughter, my son, my mom, my pops then miss me with that
look, i just got that cutless, now i got my seat back
i wanna see my brother win, best believe that
where the cheese at, fettuchini
i said get a n*gga whacked, they ain’t even see that , coming
tried to tell them n*ggas wish me well 3 coming
i tried to tell them n*ggas wish me well 3 coming

- yfn lucci lyrics

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