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djembe - on the flo lyrics

[intro]
let’s get it, let’s go

[verse 1]
let’s get it, let’s go (let’s get it, let’s go)
i told them n+ggas that sh+t on the floor (that sh+t on the floor)
i don’t even want smoke (i don’t even want—)
if we get into it i gotta blow, ha
keep that sh+t on my coat (keep that sh+t on my—) (okay)
keep that sh+t on my jeans (keep that sh+t on my—) (okay)
i really rock designer, really want this sh+t, try a n+gga balmains (try a n+gga balmains)
balmains, it ain’t nothin’ but to call me
i don’t want a piece, i want the whole thing
got to break it off for the whole gang
i ain’t really trippin’ ’bout the ho’s man
i just hit this b+tch, forgot her whole name
she just hit me, made that sh+t a whole thing
blocked her number, f+ck ’bout what a ho sayin’

[verse 2]
either way baby, i don’t need a receipt
who would’ve thought i be livin’ like this
i had a bag and dropped thirty my wrist, ayy
sh+t pays when you take that risk
her face off drank, i’m geeked off my mind
and spend a lil’ [?] on my fit
and your knees on the ground tryna flex a lil’ bankroll, boy, your lil’ money ain’t sh+t, ha
i just hopped in the benz, now i’m laughin’ to the bank ho
man it feel good to be lit, ha
for all those who doubted me, middle finger f+ck ’em
i just got some prada jeans, now i gotta stuff ’em
my mom said she proud of me, and those n+ggas, don’t trust ’em
and you don’t gotta worry momma, my sh+t in the duffle
[outro]
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