iayze – adin ross lyrics
[intro]
(rrr+rrr+rrr+rrr)
real murda worth sh+t, b+tch, ayy, huh
huh, young n+gga gettin’ money on camera, n+gga, feel like adin ross, uh (like adin ross)
every time my momma got paid she used to take us to ross (take us– to ross, n+gga)
[pre+chrous]
ayy, i’m clean n+gga, she wanna f+ck, let me beat (b+tch)
clean out the scene n+gga, big ass truck, f+ck up the streets (rrr+rrr)
roll up the weed n+gga, roll the window down, don’t f+ck up the seats
give me a glock man, f+ck a lil’ promag
n+ggas gon’ fold off the g23
[verse 1]
30 gon’ sneak up and [lil’ dee?] creep, mp5 be bangin’ like mp3
i don’t get enough props when i shoot the glock, b+tch, i feel like cp3 (bi–)
i don’t get enough props when i took his thot, n+gga i just saved his life
i don’t gеt enough props, getting guap, laugh to the bank likе chris rock
[chorus]
i don’t get enough props, young n+gga, i know myself a boss (b+tch)
f+cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (b+tch)
she ride me like a motocross, many n+ggas in your yard built like rick ross
young n+ggas in the dark, they’ll let it spark (rrr+rrr+rrr+rrr)
[refrain]
f+cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (n+gga)
young n+gga, gettin’ money on camera n+gga, i feel like adin ross (b+tch)
every time my momma got paid, used to take a n+gga straight ross (b+tch, n+gga)
creep up through your bush, hide outside his house, everything he feel is hot
[bridge]
n+gga, hot n+gga (rrr+rrr+rrr, ayy, i love you, baby)
whatcha on, whatcha on? (was tryna say, ayy)
(rrr+rrr+rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (i love you, baby, hey, you know i’m gettin’ money)
i’ma just stick with a glock (rrr+rrr+rrr)
a glock, whatcha on, whatcha on? (and f+ck these n+ggas, i’m turnt up)
(rrr+rrr+rrr) whatcha on n+gga, whatcha on n+gga? (you know i go through the most but i don’t put you through that sh+t)
whatcha on n+gga, whatcha on? (whatcha on n+gga?)
[verse 2]
young n+gga, gettin’ money on camera n+gga, i feel like adin ross (b+tch, n+gga)
young n+gga make ’em f+ck up the stamina, get to shootin’ up the block (block)
bad b+tch, let me f+ck her on camera, i never cuffed a thot (thot, n+gga)
young n+gga, pistol on the greyhound, i never take the dot (n+gga, b+tch)
[pre+chorus]
ayy, i’m clean n+gga, she wanna f+ck, let me beat (b+tch)
clean out the scene n+gga, big ass truck, f+ck up the streets (rrr+rrr)
roll up the weed n+gga, roll the window down, don’t f+ck up the seats
give me a glock man, f+ck a lil’ promag
n+ggas gon’ fold off the g23 (bi–)
[chorus]
i don’t get enough props, young n+gga, i know myself a boss (b+tch)
f+cked the bag up just to cut the cost, quit the lean like adin ross (b+tch)
she ride me like a motocross, many n+ggas in your yard built like rick ross
young n+ggas in the dark, they’ll let it spark (n+gga, n+gga)
[outro]
(rrr–ayy, rrr+rrr, i love you, baby)
whatcha on, whatcha on? (was tryna say, ayy)
(rrr+rrr+rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (i love you, baby, hey, you know i’m gettin’ money)
(rrr+rrr+rrr) whatcha on, whatcha on? (and f+ck these n+ggas, i’m turnt up)
(rrr+rrr+rrr) whatcha on? b+tch, b+tch (you know i go through the most but i don’t put you through that sh+t)
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