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8ighti – intro lyrics

intro

mm, what’s that?
we mastermind all-stars
yeah we mastermind all-stars, mm

[verse 1]
first things first
f-ck you n-ggas, broke boys annoy me
a lot of n-ggas hate me
i’m probably d-cking they shorty
or the b-tch they want to be with
but they can’t be with
water water diamonds the audemar made me seasick
was down on my d-ck now i tell hoes to eat it
money expose n-ggas i swear that it made me see sh-t
like how is that ya mans and he don’t want to see take off
no hard feelings but now i’m popping and i hate y’all
i see all of these hundreds all in my radar
n-ggas ain’t seeing me dog
what’s up ray charles
i can tell by your instagram you a fraud
i only leave the house to get money and walk the dog
i’m the stephane type and baby you f-ck with urcel
who pockets out of shape ’cause he f-ck with the wrong circle
i’m sorry for the wait but getting paid is my usual
if you the brokest n-gga in the cl1ck then they using you
more clips then a movie crew
pull up in a “what the f-ck is that”
press a b-tton and watch the roof remove

[break 1]
you n-ggas do not want this sh-t man beep

[verse 2]
i’m balling in this b-tch i got my headband on
band on ya head it’s a dead man gone
lay up on the chrome at ya head
like a head to a comb
and if this b-tch p-ssy week i gotta leave her alone
f-ck a hoe i chase paper
but you n-ggas love flashing little bitty roles that look smaller than waist shapers
chanel the from next season
i hate waiting, i ain’t patient
i throw bullets to yo field like i’m trey acman
hail marry to the opposition
all my n-ggas in the top position
other cats aren’t the compet-tion
green beam on your taper
that’s a money shot
all my young hoes love rappers
call ’em kyliee jenner
all my diamonds in my watch are mentally ill
all my k!llers prepaid and strategically sk!lled
they like to crash parties
so in other words i know shooters that’ll pull up on you quicker than a über will
fast forward if it’s for a profit
i water balloon hoes
i wet ’em and pop ’em
a small dude with a huge pocket
i like to grind like i’m broke
and like to hustle like i ain’t got it
buy cars and crash ’em
buy em again drive faster, strapped to my seat
banging squad up wayne on my way to the beach
with a rihanna look alike chewing d-ck in the jeep
i’m in miami so much right
got my florida hoes all got me saved in they phone under south beach
i’m so froze, all this ice
i don’t play no sports b-tch but ball is life
n-gga we on
i get head from the same b-tches the staters on the pistons be paying to get they freak on
be gone, i ain’t the one you want to speak on
i’m the type to turn a boss n-gga to a pion
diamonds on my neck
got diamonds on my neck
broke up with my b-tch and left diamonds on my ex
i’m a diamond by myself
i be louis vuitton modeling
you ain’t seen it on me
it’s probably because they ain’t got it then
i might pull up in a powder benz
bad b-tch from the netherlands
i’m so fly that i don’t ever land
she want another man
play my role be the other man
stretch her out and send her back to the other man
i the one the young n-ggas they knew was the truth
i made a plan for myself
i was new in the group
the reason i ain’t fall of because i knew what to do
this a givenchy 10 it’s matching the shoes
moved out to atlanta mercedes the coupe
a young n-gga drilling all the fly b-tches in school
and n-gga f-ck what you said
floor seats at the game
i could smack step curry in the back of the head

[break 2]
see i’m supposed to be out making money or something right now
n-ggas out been worried asking about this mixtape. imma give it to you though (these n-ggas is toasters burning all of they bread up). it’s 8ighti mm

[verse 3]
these n-ggas is toasters burning all of they bread up
only f-ck a b-tch once
if she don’t give the head up
we bought the plug out
so if you want to cop what he was selling to you
now you gotta come and beg us
ain’t no comparing to
flyer than a parachute
my pair of shoes cost more than a trip to paris do
my mama should’ve named me latex
because i keep protection on me
like i’m trying to practice safe s-x
i’m from the jungle 500 my block
purple in my sprite 500 a pop
got b-tches on my line and they workin’
they charge a stack for the p-ssy
and 500 for top
when you rich you keep a happy mood
all of my n-ggas making h-lla moves
all of my hoes got an att-tude
f n to his grill leave ’em barbecued
bad b-tches do what you tell em
when you channel ’em
they begging for the hammer whenever i wanna nail em
i spent your life in this arm piece
and shine hard like i stole part of the sun to make the bezel
hustling my abused talent
getting sucked by bad b-tches who’ll never get f-cked by you b-st-rds
i’m at the light in a coupe faster
then lighting when it strike
jesus piece with the ice
i’m a new pastor
p-ssy n-ggas hating on me
i’m in the club with a 20 ball
that’s a cool gray payton on me
it’s the one and only
i f-cking hate it when you weird n-ggas call me bro if i ain’t yo homie

- 8ighti lyrics

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