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d-sisive - first winter lyrics

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c4 beep beep!!

yo b+tch she callin (oh nooooo)

she stalkin (oh nooooo)

blowin loud swisha like whistle
got hoes bustin like my pistol
this that real n+gga sh+t im superficial
you a f+ck n+gga, b+tch you artificial
these hoes roll with me cause its beneficial
your girl with me so it ain’t official

like a brick i break yall up
caution boy don’t slip up
got that 50 in the cut
wet you up and mop you up

all my hoes be bad as f+ck
all my hoes be down to f+ck
roll it up and light it up
im finna roll the windows up

takin off houston rocket
big glock on me ain’t no pocket rocket
run up on me then im gone pop it
if not mute your self boy cause f+ck all that talkin
bout my bank gettin money as easy as im walkin
got your b+tch all on the line
money callin im like bye
got that drug look in my eyes
off that kush blunt be so high

take your b+tch she like bye bye
no cuff pistol by my side
can’t got broke and i know why
choosin money all the time

ain’t getting no doe (bye bye)
ain’t talkin no cash (b+tch bye bye)
can’t cuff no ho (bye bye)
that got no ass (b+tch bye bye)

finna jump in the foreign (ride by)
in my own lane (b+tch bye bye)
finna hop on a plane (fly by)
last place got borin (bye bye)

that money callin, money callin got me fallin for it
your b+tch she callin, b+tch she callin i just press ignore it
and why talk about it if you can’t afford it
foreign whip, so dope, all white cocaine make you wanna snort it

swarm of girls tryna suck me up like mosquitos
b+tches goin crazy for my cheddar like some cheetos
im conceited b+tch that’s my alter ego
pockets paid in full feelin like im rico
runnin money up
like an athlete
f+ckin bad hoes
on my balcony

im off that purple lean
and that good irene
in and out of foreign hoes like im in rari’s

repeat

as much as i burn money i would never burn out
i think the speakers on fire, all i burn loud
b+tch im turnt up i cannot be turnt down
and if you wanna f+ck meet me at the jugghouse

im a young trapstar that’s how i turned out
b+tch too short to drive the whip she sittin on a pound
she pull up to the crib we f+ck and smoke that bangin loud
everywhere i go im pourin up like its h+town

bye bye, bye bye
bye bye, bye
ride by, fly by
bye bye, bye bye

- d sisive lyrics

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