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double o smoove – lost boy lyrics

lacoste boy
yeah this sh#t bout to go up
i got bands in my

uh huh
dance shawty pop it do a dance on my
imma lost boy
lost boy
f#ck that all of that sh#t i’m a lacoste boy
got the sauce
grind hard grind hard

ain’t n0body shootin’ thru the window
yeah imma walk down stand 10 toes
yea yea
if you look behind me see a bimmer
a bimmer
look to the left of me a bimbo
n#gga what’s on my hip that is big smoke
n#gga what i’m smoking on citgo
n#gga we ain’t poking we let sh#t go
yuh
n#ggas they be knowing how this sh#t go
yeah
yeah
money layin ’round getting old
i got too many b#tches playing in my phone
yeah i know ya man be hot if he went thru ya phone
switch the flow
oou
i just wanna flex
diamonds on my neck
f#ckin up a check
yeah yeah
all up in her neck
go to work on her
building up a sweat
yeah yeah
shawty twerk on it
when she gimmie s#x
i don’t know shawty
but she been the best
that i ever had
when it come to f#ckin
at least 50 bands what a n#gga touching
money laying ’round getting old
yeah i still got b#tches playing in a n#gga phone
yeah this n#gga trippin’ imma have to grab the pole
rockin no designer i still hit designer hoes
i like lil shawty i think that we compatible
runnin from my old b#tches they want double o
i don’t even know n#ggas how you say you bro
only time i’m tryna look at y’all is through a scope
yeah uh huh
i ain’t trippin’ n#gga that’s a fact
i get money and these b#tches coming in by accident
i remember i was really sitting in the trap
the money wasn’t fast but a n#gga was still having it
i ran up a sack could build a b#tch if she asked for it
n#ggas never slacked i’m gettin’ rich cause i’m passionate
i can’t break ties w the racks like we family
i don’t give a f#ck cause i can’t
b#tch i’m abstinent
i had plenty sliders
this ain’t white castle
she got plenty problems
b#tch i can’t handle
imma f#ck you off after i hit imma assh0l#
girl u mad u lost fumbled the bag you ain’t have to
b#tch i’m on a call talking bout cash i can’t answer
put a vibe on her she give head cause i’m handsome
i’m not one these n#ggas spending figures on a dancer
i’m the type to get the head for free and eat her snacks up
gotta get the money all day
i can’t handle
a broke boujiee b#tch with a scandal
b#tch don’t sit on my lap in public no i am not santa
and don’t ever ever think about flashing cameras

i got bands in my
dance shawty pop it do a dance on my
imma lost boy
f#ck all of that sh#t i’m a lacoste boy
a grind hard till i get my audemar boy
a star boy
poppin but i never popped a bar
yeah yeah
twenties fifties hunnids always got my heart
yeah yeah
always been that n#gga from the start
yeah yeah

bags in my
bags in my pocket i got bands in my
imma lost boy
yeah
f#ck all of that sh#t i’m a lacoste boy
grind hard

- double o smoove lyrics

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