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atl smook - steve nash lyrics

[intro]
waves made this

[chorus]
i was just in the trap house, yeah we got them bags
treat hoes like steve nash, all we do is pass
blowing on exotic gas, i don’t like to pass
n+ggas try to plot on me, leave em in the past
oh my god, number (n)ine, rick all on my ass
oh my god, model b+tch look like stacey dash
tell lil shawty show me a trick, i’m tryna see some ass
tell lil shawty throw me a trick, i might throw you cash

[verse]
i keep me a knot, i keep me a thot
n+ggas say they active, they ain’t really on the block
[?] go crazy with the [?]
diamonds on me and they hitting hard just like a rock
told your b+tch this is a trap, can’t hit you in this spot
she wanna pop a e+pill, she want me to hit her spot
they wanna ride this wave but they won’t make it off the dock
pull up out the lot, it’s a paper tag
i keep lot’s of guap, bail money intact
these is saint laurent, $3,000 my bag
cross a n+gga out, if he not my slatt
i’m too player ask steve nash
i’m too player ask your b+tch
i could change the temperature with this ice on my wrist
i could change the temperature with this heat on my hip
[chorus]
i was just in the trap house, yeah we got them bags
treat hoes like steve nash, all we do is pass
blowing on exotic gas, i don’t like to pass
n+ggas try to plot on me, leave em in the past
oh my god, number (n)ine, rick all on my ass
oh my god, model b+tch look like stacey dash
tell lil shawty show me a trick, i’m tryna see some ass
tell lil shawty throw me a trick, i might throw you cash

- atl smook lyrics

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