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dcth4g - passthat lyrics

[chorus]
walkin’ out this b+tch with a milli’ on me
n+gga think he sl!ck, but the bl!ck get on him
n+gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, rockin’ rick, armani
n+ggas stare, stare, stare, but they ain’t gettin’ money, b+tch
had to run up that money, had to run up them racks
run up the money, had to run up that sh+t
gotta run it up for me, had to run up them racks
goin’ to the top, and then i pass that lil b+tch

[verse 1]
yeah, i passed that n+gga, gas pack n+gga
walk in this b+tch with a couple of these hunnids
that n+gga act tough, but he sweeter than honey
i pray every day, go to church on a sunday
ran up that motherf+ckin’ paper on monday
ran up that motherf+ckin’ paper on tuesday
ran up them racks, n+gga, long it’s a new day
came with the gang, n+gga, ain’t talkin’ new day
walk in your party, lil b+tch, i’ma break sh+t
icе spice hoe in the back, shе gon’ shake sh+t
n+gga, got guap, all this cake, i’ma bake sh+t
b+tch, new style every day, i’ma shapeshift
go hard every day, n+gga, ain’t got no brakes yet
play and you dyin, my n+ggas gon’ face sh+t
look at my diamonds, my n+gga, they brazy
you think that sh+t fun, but the choppa ain’t gamin
yeah, lil’ b+tch, go brr+bah
young ass n+gga came from the d+mn block
finna stack all this money up like a d+mn block
yeah, hop in the whip, n+gga, speakers gon’ knock
bad lil’ b+tch, give me that top
yeah, lil’ n+gga, you think that you hot
i slam in this b+tch, like i’m the rock
got rollie, my wrist, i don’t eat no clock
stay on sh+t, n+gga, stay on sh+t
i walk in the crib with a bad ass b+tch
i spend all them racks like a badass kid
i flip all them racks, too bad i did
f+ck n+gga mad, my bag too big
too bad, n+gga, cause my brag too big
yeah, the sp+ce in the motherf+ckin’ jag too big, n+gga
[chorus]
walkin’ out this b+tch with a milli’ on me
n+gga think he sl!ck, but the bl!ck get on him
n+gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, rockin’ rick, armani
n+ggas stare, stare, stare, but they ain’t gettin’ money, b+tch
had to run up that money, had to run up them racks
run up the money, had to run up that sh+t
gotta run it up for me, had to run up them racks
goin’ to the top, and then i pass that lil b+tch

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