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chevy woods - transit lyrics

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this beat is f-cking crazy
turn the music up a little bit more
cool

all these b-tches, they love it
all these n-gg-s, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my n-gg-s just ballin’, we make something from nothing
we just f-ckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, i’m c-min’

all these n-gg-s, they love it
all these b-tches, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my b-tches just ballin’, we make something from nothing
i ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

that new piece that was sick, you probly talk when you pinch
only had time for that combo for n-gg-s scorin’ them bricks
no, i ain’t lyin’ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it
my n-gg-s empty them clips, then fill ‘em up, that’s reloadin’
got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough
i was actin’ a fool, now sellin’ 20’s a soul
like anything for a dollar but i was foolin’ myself
you gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt?
even the b-tches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol
couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue
all of them taylor’s a show and what you heard was a whistle
what’s really stripes over here cuz all that n-gg-s official

all these b-tches, they love it
all these n-gg-s, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my n-gg-s just ballin’, we make something from nothing
we just f-ckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, i’m c-min’

all these n-gg-s, they love it
all these b-tches, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my b-tches just ballin’, we make something from nothing
i ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

oh sh-t, chevy, they gon make me grind on the chevy
hoke it, ready, b-tch ‘bout to go down like confetti
i push harder than p-ss-es giving birth, i say
now these dry -ss b-tches sending first my way
got the whole city on my shoulder, my driver ain’t never been chauffeured
and the motherf-ckers tell me when to go, when to stay
what to do, how to play, i’mma chose ‘er
he know opposing arrows, i be exposing your hoes
like how you f-ck and you suck, to be exposed to bin those
until you grind like me i make it in to miss the struggle
shut the f-ck up, our lion’s in to miss the jungles
i’m closing curtains, so you can throw the towel in
versace linens, my style been in dowry ten

all these b-tches, they love it
all these n-gg-s, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my n-gg-s just ballin’, we make something from nothing
we just f-ckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, i’m c-min’

all these n-gg-s, they love it
all these b-tches, they hate it
they be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces
me and my b-tches just ballin’, we make something from nothing
i ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’



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