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cheromani - off the lot remix lyrics

[verse]
my n+ggas rockin’ that prada+prada
you can get k!lled for a dolla+dolla
give a f+ck what you said, i’m like rodda+rodda
yeah, and that n+gga got popped like a perc
get put on a tee, what size your shirt?
i might get rich, i feel like fifty
brand new b+tch, she keep wearing balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci
i’ma get rich, p diddy
bad lil’ hoe just give me that kitty
if a n+gga get shot, then he running like ricky
d+mn, my n+ggas gon’ level up
i might ride in that benz or the tonka truck
sippin’ purple, that icky, that double cup
and my n+ggas, we madе a way
i stay f+cked up n+gga, don’t die in your place
b+b+tch i put that on my gravе
smart ass n+gga, i ain’t failing my grades
whole lotta lean, whole lotta wock
i’m in la where the sun don’t stop
b+tch i might cop me a drop
n+gga run up, and he might get popped
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

[interlude]
and i swear, n+ggas not as real as me
real sh+t
[verse 2]
young n+gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n+gga so picky
and i told my n+ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n+ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
you know my cup too p+ssy
and look at your b+tch, she miss me
i told her to hit it, can’t give her no d+ck ’cause i’m busy
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b+tch said she hot dog, n+gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f+ck a b+tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf+ckin’ fidget
lil’ n+gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b+tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him
i tote my rocket, the clip, it’s gon’ d+ck him
all my attire is rick and some denim
look at my whip b+tch, the windows are tinted
don’t go and comment and post your opinions
she gon’ get slayed, she swear that i’m sinning
we don’t cop matching fits but i swear that we twinning
young n+gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n+gga so picky
and i told my n+ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n+ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
she ain’t had no bread, so i paid for her titties
texaco, my b+tches drip in the city
and i walk in the club, i don’t got my bl!cky
[outro]
i don’t got my+
and we really up?
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b+tch said she hot dog, n+gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f+ck a b+tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf+ckin’ fidget
lil’ n+gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b+tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him

- cheromani lyrics

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