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coltyn safford
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Uber to dealership, leave in a 20 I like to be lonely when I'm spendin money I had to leave everyone else just to make it And now that I'm up, I remember who fucked me Don't put up with shit, you a trick, I got rich Before I came up I had to leave my bitch Cut some fools off, now she fuckin on them Got her confused cause I won't fuck her friends Took too many L's, been surrounded by M's I done got me a taste, and that shit ain't been quenched I'm feelin like drake, you just googled the whip And I won't settle down till they google my bitch Hoe I'm chillin on yachts with the homies, I'm straight Drop a few thousand just for a good day I'm payin her rent just to hold on my safe Why you bobbin your head? bitch, know you can't relate, aye Don't hold back when I cut that shit Can't feel bad when I make that flip Charge five dollars on a whole ass box Make in a play what my dad make a year You cant go broke when you up like this And she gonn' fuck when she see my crib My bm straight, paid all her bills When I took my son to gucci, didn't know what it is I been livin hoe, I don't publish shit, but I lowkey been fuckin centerfolds I won't ever go out like tjay, even had hoes when I was dead broke Wouldn't flip a stranger, ride for kinfolk Yo bitch a bird, she some egg yolk She don't give me lip, she just give me throat And I couldn't finish, tell the truth bro, so What that tell you? We ain't the same, and anything in my past wasn't good enough, so talk your shit Don't call yourself a playa if you ever had to lie to kick it Respect women, don't got time for broke bitches though Treat a dollar like a flower, love it, let it go Get it how I live and I'mma a spend it while I'm woke Fuck coke, I'll sober up straight off my vibe bitch You couldn't kill my high unless i'm skinned alive bitch, die bitch Can't remember shit because I'm fried bitch Sike bitch, I remember every piece of paper that you owe the kid Yeah, about 3 racks hoe And jay, you owe me 8, along with the whole world If you fallin out over some mula, you're a lost soul It's worth every penny, you don't make sense at all, fuck em Yehh, I love em, but I won't ever trust em tho I don't trust a soul, barely even trust my own And I don't leave the crib unless I'm makin money hoe I don't wanna chill unless we plottin somethin cold Hahah yehh, I love em, but I won't ever trust em tho I don't trust a soul, barely even trust my own And I don't leave the crib unless I'm makin money hoe I don't wanna chill unless we plottin somethin cold
Writer(s): Coltyn Safford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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