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borisarchive - need you lyrics

[verse 1] (boris)
ap on my wrist, got the advance, now i double that sh+t
you duckin’ me
yeah, you a b+tch
hunnid k up on my chain ima walk like i’m god
tried finesse but yo ass got caught
hundred bands hidden hills, copped a new crib
my watch isn’t even on froze and it cost a new crib
moissanite up on your wrist, vvs up on my neck and you can’t see sh+t
vvs reflects the laser, i know if i’m bout to get hit
how could i be late to the jet when i drive straight up close
i went out, got that bag, then i brought up my bros
hundred k up on my wrist and it ain’t even froze
hundred k up in my bank, yeah, i got them rick owen’s
bout a hunnid k for the feature, i got them racks, i don’t need you
b+tch, why you act like i need you
b+tch, all i need is a pint
pour up then right to my mind
pop a xan, then hop on mic
hop a hundred and ten beats in the night
me and amenity out gettin geeked
we up in the stu and i rap while he making the beat
rapping so fast that i can’t even breath
i don’t know what you mean
hop on the beat then i spark up that blunt in between
where the f+ck that bag of weed
where the f+ck that grabba leaf
[verse 2] (halfmari)
(where the f+ck’s gravity)
(where the f+ck’s gravity)
(where the f+ck’s gravity)
pouring soda in my sleep
we knocking at your door, trick or treat
you know that she’s just a wh0re, i want what we need
this n+gga got cl!ck, ain’t n0body have seen it
i’m off codeine, leaning, dreaming
hoe want f+ck me for no reason
i’m by her legs, i’m in between
she give me head, i stare at cleavage
b+tch, i ain’t had no weed for days
i realize now that i don’t need it
i get her lit, she pour up tris
i make her hit and i repeat it
i’m so f+cking sick, i got these n+ggas on my d+ck
why they hoe eating
i’m the sh+t, not politicking
like you, b+tch, i enjoy my weekend
it’s a lot in a whole different state
we in that track, you were my main
i guess it’s chess, ain’t that way
she put her br++sts in my face
i f+ck that hoe, then she just like the rain
i tell her, go away
only mari be stepping in throwaways
b+tch, i’m smoking that gas, propane
i’ve been getting this cash, cobain
simple and lit, got no brain
couple months ago, i was delivered
now this how tryna act like she know me
i just bought me a couple of glocks
a couple of shots, gon’ let that sh+t hold me
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
but i f+ck with they thots when they h+rny
she gon’ talk me to f+ck me tomorrow

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