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justvigi - #leftright + lyrics

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(verse 1: zai)

i got bands i needa flip ‘em, my bands talkin’ ishowpeed
and i’ma get you on a t, yeah you can’t be like f+ckin’ me
you can’t be like me, you can’t be like me
b+tch i blow you up so good you ain’t gon have no feet
didn’t talk without no motion guess the bands grew me up
i’m gon’ pour a double cup and i’ma make my own way up
they gon’ change they stance ‘cause i know vigi gon’ erupt
you ain’t never had no income
i know you gon’ cuddle up with them bands
you don’t want my hands, yuh
he say that he wanna he wanna pull up but i guess he just a fan, yeah
he built like f+ckin sans, yeah
his skin it be changing i know that it cap
he ain’t got no f+ckin tan, yeah

pull up to the function he go left and right
he think he a man of might
we gon’ clean up his block a disk with a terabyte
i somehow got his b+tch askin’ where tonight
i’m sorry lil bro but imma hit tonight, okay, yeah
am i cowbla? i don’t know (am i cowbla? i don’t know b+tch)
am i cowbla? i don’t know

mo on the beat it crazy
why don’t you drop? i’m lazy
got hoes askin’ for the number but my ass not even eighteen
mo on the beat it crazy
why don’t you drop? i’m lazy
got hoes askin’ for the number but my ass not even eigh+
(verse 2: zai)

i think i’ve been goin insane
i ain’t tryna live off rap pages
bad shawty tryna get my name
get my hat off, n+gga tryna spit some game
feel like jackie i’m finna’ wax off hit with a roundhouse kick
n+gga do not try to @ me
you gettin’ passed off, look my revenue i got it max

i tell shawty get over here
i want that booty so throw that ass back
i’m on top like chandeliers
n+gga, i’m finna pop wit my peers
think i came out the pot with dub
so i told a n+gga “hold yo’ tears”
yall finna go rot in the club im finna stand strong wit a+, huh

bl!cky on waist i heard
a n+gga tryn’ talk to my face, what’s the word?
i already put in him place, its half past 8
i’ma shoot double take on his corpse thet n+gga

(cl!ck) sgm
my n+gga i cannot make amends
i cannot talk if ain’t ‘bout bands
marni all over my sweater pants, yeah
me and vigi comin’ for the bread
don’t put a hit up on yo head
(5 bands man, you could’ve made it ten)
cl!ck! to yo n+ggas man they dead
i ran up on yo’ n+ggas
we is not the same thing i can’t lie
you is not my sitter
why the f+ck this n+gga dead layin’ by side?



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