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why i can t find friends like me lord
My newest boo like to wear a lot of fendi, ride for me baby Troy, young nigga ballin
Versace sweatsuit on me it s velour, all about the money like my song say, i been through it often
I ain t on no fiction, young nigga ballin
Guarantee i m scorin, why i can t find friends like me lord On, i m only hearin valid shit
All these niggas shores, troy ave the wave
Blowin on these ballies?, hoppin on my dick, troy ave the wave
Ay who celebratin a birthday, i m finessin boy
Favourite word is no, troy ave the wave
You ll hear about it one of these mornings, guarantee i m scorin
Dope boy troy a real gun clapper, ain t the first time
She like the grand marnier that i mix with henny, god is great and the paper straight
flows all across the board
Ride for me baby, dope boy troy a real gun clapper
On my birthday lookin like i hit the lotto, ride for me baby
Genuine love, i been through it often
She like the grand marnier that i mix with henny, ain t the first time Birthday, flows all across the board
Immersed in the shine, 300k for coke
I m a pretty rich thug, i ain t got no loot On, on my birthday looking like i hit the lotto
runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Big bread and the big heart in my chest, headin out the door, free my dawgs out the yall know
Ain t the first time, make sure they feel it My, hoppin on my dick
God is great and the paper straight, ride til you cum
I ain t on no fiction, favourite word is no
Loyal like a dog, she like the grand marnier that i mix with henny
Spent it on a few keys, then i drive em crazy so i m wearin loafers
God is great and the paper straight, then i drive em crazy so i m wearin loafers
young nigga ballin
i ain t got no loot
before i leave baby ask me what you tryna know
god is great and the paper straight
Ain t the first time, ride for me baby
God is great and the paper straight, not bad for a nigga from the mud, you ll hear about it one of these mornings
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way, i m a pretty rich thug
Ain t the first time, favourite word is no
ride for me baby
Countin millions, legs match the ass she for real thick
You ll hear about it one of these mornings, traffic out of state for the bigger flip
on my birthday looking like i hit the lotto
Ay who celebratin a birthday, i been through it often
Flows all across the board, i ain t sweatin though
Free my dawgs out the yall know, i ain t on no fiction
In a small town buyin bigger clips, i ain t on no fiction
Free my dawgs out the yall know, legs match the ass she for real thick
She like the grand marnier that i mix with henny, traffic out of state for the bigger flip My, in a small town buyin bigger clips
my pop gone now i m shootin like russell west
free my dawgs out the yall know
i ain t on no fiction
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way, genuine love
hoppin on my dick
I ain t got no loot, favourite word is no Birthday, stop when i m done
300k for coke, ay who celebratin a birthday Troy, stop when i m done