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desire (rapper) - telldemboyzcatchup lyrics

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[chorus]
chandelier, my wrist on chandelier
chandelier, my wrist on chandelier
sippin’ that wock, this ain’t no beer
turn me up so these b+tch n+ggas hear
tote my gun, i got the cops on the rear
i get to speed racin’, i ain’t takin’ no years
look at my wrist, vvs they glis’
h+llcat love to hiss
head tap, b+tch i ain’t gon’ miss
green beam got the aim assist
that choppa a singer b+tch
a [?] gon’ flame some sh+t
twelve tryna hang some sh+t
tell dem boys catch up, needa get yo money up
ridin’ in that fast truck, glock on me gon’ get you [?]
smashin’ on the gas b+tch, while i get my d+ck sucked
my n+gga beezy he like them ratchet b+tches, ones who don’t give no f+ck
shoot up, boot up, got money, i’m too up
tryna take that from me, ima send yo ass to buddha
and i ain’t even really need this money, ima give that sh+t to my shoota
and i really ain’t even like these b+tches, gotta wife at home i’m booed up
that n+gga not deep in these drugs, he tryna find a way to look cooler
yeah n+gga really deep in these drugs, wake up pop one to the dula
my n+ggas really sendin’ them slugs, it’s sad that your mom had to lose ya
tell the cops i don’t sell no drugs, i’m a real deal user
.57 ruger yeah
smush yo medula
we was up in that s560 last year now we in that maybach, yeah
say lil kayb gon’ switch gears, show these p+ssies what you made of, yeah
got amiri amiri, i’m here
double cup look like a laker, yeah
shoot up, boot up, got money, i’m too up
tryna take that from me, ima send yo ass to buddha
and i ain’t even really need this money, ima give that sh+t to my shoota
and i really ain’t even like these b+tches, gotta wife at home i’m booed up
tell dem boys catch up, needa get yo money up
ridin’ in that fast truck, glock on me gon’ get you [?]
smashin’ on the gas b+tch, while i get my d+ck sucked
my n+gga beezy he like them ratchet b+tches, ones who don’t give no f+ck
shoot up, boot up, got money, i’m too up
tryna take that from me, ima send yo ass to buddha
and i ain’t even really need this money, ima give that sh+t to my shoota
and i really ain’t even like these b+tches, gotta wife at home i’m booed up



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