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fridaynight - riding shotty lyrics

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chorus

(i walk around with a big -ss bankroll

who gone tell me something nobody

i gotta standout, i can’t lay low

and i got a bad b-tch riding shotty

up all day i’m stacking them pesos

i was broke, but now i got it

please don’t ask me for no favors

fucks to give, no i ain’t got it) x2

verse 1

boy let him get to close

now look at his -ss

he got slimed out

woo you going to fast

don’t know who g-ssed you up

but boy pipe down

ouuu i’m drippin to much

someone please get a rag

and wipe me down

shawty gotta big fat b-tt

she had the best time of her life when i piped her down

yeah it’s crazy the niggas that hate you

they ain’t never spent a day with you

the b-tches that be lying on you

they ain’t never lay with you

the niggas that be plotting

be the same niggas that stay with you

boy better watch ya back

fuck h i j better keep a k with you

boy better keep that k

cartier sit on my face

she gone get face

put cc on her waist

put a bad b-tch on my plate

6 7 she got 8

9 10 hoes in my face

it’s me that these niggas hate

chorus

(i walk around with a big -ss bankroll

who gone tell me something nobody

i gotta standout, i can’t lay low

and i got a bad b-tch riding shotty

up all day i’m stacking them pesos

i was broke, but now i got it

please don’t ask me for no favors

fucks to give, no i ain’t got it) x2

verse 2

will i fold under pressure nooo

friday gotta be extra yeah

ridin round town in a telsa wooo

no salad but i got lettuce yeah

u shot ya shot, you made noo

i shot my shot i net it yeab

nickname s.a.t

if you not ready

please don’t come test me

she wanna b a b y (why?)

to bad b-tch i celibate

wanna verse, ain’t shit free

either pay up, or i ain’t gmailing shit

so fly boy i’m flee

i’m up inna air like a pelican

they wanna be like me. why? ion know

i’m just guessing shit

sometimes i rock guess

vvs on my chess

heard ya man did you wrong i’m next

tell her come here, get blessed

that not ya shit don’t flex

that’s not ya b-tch don’t flex

can you stalk me less

let me catch my breathe

chorus

(i walk around with a big -ss bankroll

who gone tell me something nobody

i gotta standout, i can’t lay low

and i got a bad b-tch riding shotty

up all day i’m stacking them pesos

i was broke, but now i got it

please don’t ask me for no favors

fucks to give, no i ain’t got it) x2

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