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by CILK

Constant cycle with these little freaks
I just pick n roll
Heart so cold I'm beat It in the sheets
She like take It slow
Asked me if I really for the streets
Told her let It flow
But we really know
Riding in this spaceship
Tatted with the bracelets
Life ain't been same
Sippin' wine just for the tastin'
Bands is what I'm craving
Y'all niggas from yall savings
Niggas running checks up
Hustle like we racing
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Got me swangin' both my nuts
Niggas never fade less I'm pull for the clutch shots
Gold up on my face while y'all waiting for the rush
Fuck up out my way if you ain't tryna get these buck shots
Never fold to b-
Cause I'm on missions
She wanting me to part her wet sea
All in my Christians
I had to tell her pipe down
I'm tryna get these Benjmins
And she ain't like my tone
So she turn to me to villain
Realest shit
I do not fear no men
I only get advance
I got no feelings
My type not for healing man
Heights go from ceiling fan
Poles just to reel the bands
Always grains of salt
Bad advice, that could kill a man
Sliding past the opps while on my feet
Fuck these enemies
Shawty got red flags that I see
That's a penalty
Flags so threw It to the team
Like I'm 7 deep
She topping me
But never get ahead of me
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Got me swangin' both my nuts
Niggas never fade less I'm pull for the clutch shots
Gold up on my face while y'all waiting for the rush
Fuck up out my way if you ain't tryna get these buck shots

Constant cycle with these little freaks
I just pick n roll
Heart so cold I'm beat It in the sheets
She like take It slow
Asked me if I really for the streets
Told her let It flow
But we really know
Riding in this spaceship
Tatted with the bracelets
Life ain't been same
Sippin' wine just for the tastin'
Bands is what I'm craving
Y'all niggas from yall savings
Niggas running checks up
Hustle like we racing
Upgrade
Got me swangin' both my nuts
Niggas never fade less I'm pull for the clutch shots
Gold up on my face while y'all waiting for the rush
Fuck up out my way if you ain't tryna get these buck shots
Never fold to b-
Cause I'm on missions
She wanting me to part her wet sea
All in my Christians
I had to tell her pipe down
I'm tryna get these Benjmins
And she ain't like my tone
So she turn to me to villain
Realest shit
I do not fear no men
I only get advance
I got no feelings
My type not for healing man
Heights go from ceiling fan
Poles just to reel the bands
Always grains of salt
Bad advice, that could kill a man
Sliding past the opps while on my feet
Fuck these enemies
Shawty got red flags that I see
That's a penalty
Flags so threw It to the team
Like I'm 7 deep
She topping me
But never get ahead of me
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Got me swangin' both my nuts
Niggas never fade less I'm pull for the clutch shots
Gold up on my face while y'all waiting for the rush
Fuck up out my way if you ain't tryna get these buck shots