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7eddy - ally lotti lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
uh+huh
yeah
yeah (now)

[verse 1]
you know i f+ck up any beat (woah)
i hop in the booth while i smoke some exotic (yeah, yeah)
only wear christian dior and givenchy (woah, woah, woah)
i had to show em i got it (got it)
you see all these racks, you know i got plenty
and a bad b+tch on my body (body)
can’t trust any b+tch, they sellin’ they soul (no)
i don’t f+ck with ally lotti (yeah)
got all of these racks, yeah, i’m rich
but honestly i don’t even need that much (no way, no way)
i’m at the top of the game
i ain’t takin’ the blame from a b+tch i don’t trust (h+ll no)
all of them sip robitussin (‘tussin)
i’ma just smoke up a blunt at the function
b+tch, i’ma win, no discussion (yeah)
she got no respect, yeah, that sh+t is disgusting

[chorus]
yeah (yeah)
lil’ bro, you just not cut out for this work (work)
them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk (clerk)
they know i’m sick and i don’t need a cert (cert)
best in my city, you know i’m the first (first)
too many racks, yeah, this sh+t is a curse (curse)
i heard your music, that sh+t was the worst (worst)
come to my crib and you leave in a he+rs+ (yeah, you dig)
[verse 2]
yeah, i got this sh+t goin’ on
they wanna find me, they know where i’m from
she came to my crib just to smell my cologne (cologne)
huh, no way (no way)
can f+ck any b+tch any day
already know what you finna gon’ say (you say)
you just a hater boy, you is a lame (a lame)
talkin all tough on my name, it’s a game (ayy, ayy)
but you won’t say that sh+t right to my face (come on)
cause if you did, boy, i’ll be catchin’ a case (a case)
you gonna need hands or you gonna need mace (yeah)
i’m in the club and i’m turnt up (turnt, turnt)
i still remember my first w (w)
text if you need to get served up (served)
shorty said i was her first love (first)
moshpit, i’m takin’ my shirt off (shirt)
this sh+t real diamond, not zircons
my fit all white, got no dirt on it (dirt)
i found new rappers to murk on (yeah, yeah)
that’s not your money, i make mine (make mine)
i call my ho through the facetime (face, face)
my music crossin’ the state lines (woah, woah)
you takin’ one b+tch, i take nine (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
yeah (yeah)
lil’ bro, you just not cut out for this work (work)
them boys will rob you and shoot up the clerk (clerk)
they know i’m sick and i don’t need a cert (cert)
best in my city, you know i’m the first (first)
too many racks, yeah, this sh+t is a curse (curse)
i heard your music, that sh+t was the worst (worst)
come to my crib and you leave in a he+rs+ (yeah, you dig)



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