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Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
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Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
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(Uh, uh) All of this money, bitch (uh-uh) (Uh-uh) All of this money, bitch, I'm tryna double it Milli's up, tryna hit me another lick Diamonds bussin' like we in the club with it Dirty my pipe, had to get me another stick (uh-uh) Carat my neck and my wrist on some other shit 100K and I'm drippin', I love the Rick (Uh) you do right, I do right, I'ma love the trick Just 'cause I bought her some don't mean I love the bitch I took some time off to chill Seven figures, 16, got a deal You don't like me, boy, fuck how you feel 34 in the chamber, I feel like O'Neal I might pop me a Perc', I don't pop me no Xanny Stay on point 'cause I know they wan' jam me Superstar, but they know where that tan be Never no lettin' up, put that on granny (no) I ain't gon' do it, I knew he was family Booby trap, we gon' fuck up Miami Diamonds bussin', 500 my neck Bitches like what they had, that shit lookin' like candy Ever since back I was young, I knew I would go dumb and had niggas So I dealt what I can be (uh) Rap had to work, bitch, it wasn't no plan B I could do Boba, today I go Shandy King of my city, no Dummy, he different I do not fuck with rappers, they be trippin' (no) I do not care for them to understand me I had your bitch all layin', she was lickin' (no) That bitch on fire, 9:00 to 10:00, I'm rippin' She screamin', "Slide me, daddy" while I'm clippin' (whoa) 'Fore she gon' curve me for she know I'm drippin' I nut on her face and told her, "Keep on sippin'" (oh) Shoot like Scottie Pippen, fuck it, then I'm dippin' Fuck 'em niggas, better not ever catch him slippin' Fuck 'em niggas if you fuckin' with the opps I won't be your homie, you can see this Glock Violence need to stop, I've been tryna chill That's why I got all these carats on me still Really after mills, still gotta be ill Finally out my deal, no, this ain't a drill Made it out the field, why he buggin' still? (Bah) Money make her wet, but she let me kill Came up from nothin', retarded how my diamonds bussin' (ooh) Two millie, the set-up is real Throw that shit back, I just wan' see you clap Keep clappin', the singles gon' stop if you chill All of this money, bitch, I'm tryna double it Milli's up, tryna hit me another lick Diamonds bussin' like we in the club with it Dirty my pipe, had to get me another stick (uh-uh) Carat my neck and my wrist on some other shit 100K and I'm drippin', I love the Rick (Uh) you do right, I do right, I'ma love the trick Just 'cause I bought her some don't mean I love the bitch (ooh-uh)
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