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lanii & eastend - good riddance lyrics

[verse 1 bryce barter]
good riddance
to a b-tch that sift through n-ggas tryna find meal tickets
good riddance
to a n-gga not ten toes tall can’t ball changed pivots
for digits
they align with mine but in time we milk em
made ya bed sleep in it
still lifted
send hots to lanii wit the mdot in my system
underdogs but we stars in visions
why do god let miss karma visit
strictly4kicks
i po’ a 4 in the mist turn purple my p-ss she slurp taste da syrup
snakes in the gr-ss they don’t hiss they hug and they kiss keep em at a distance
she play the vic like a trick but trix r for kids that b-tch can’t get near us
get a few cl!cks on a hit they listen to lyrics but don’t really hear us
let em know
the light at the end of the tunnel get dimmer
but its still darker below
and he stay with pigs like n-gga named tiger g-ssed up he begging for smoke
no we can’t go
the visions visit when our eyes close
thinking might us touch the gold
and inside us 360
360 he smoking dust no pixies thinking
he gon’ infiltrate this kinship
for a plate to feed his kid with
f-ck his children he ain’t sin for winnings

[verse 2 lanii]
good riddance to this b-tch n-gga bound to get popped tryna shop where don’t fit in
good riddance to this b-tch cherry bound to get popped like i cracked open sealings
‘till finished
then back to the field for a run no gun but i still win
no fibbings
let the front ends be my proof words true as religion
trap calls keep her mind ever shifting
questioning if additional b-tches ever get mixed in
as if i’d ever bait a b-tch as a lover
with knowledge the waters stretch infinite
no college n-gga couldn’t wait round for money
without fares for feeding feets scuffed falling bummy
from hopping metros on the way to serve dub gs
ttg this 60 on go
ain’t pressed up by the corner store for no hoe less the lil b-tch gon’ flip a load
gave him 16 reasons call me his bruva
he still gon/ find a rhyme to fold
p-ssy n-gga ratting out undercovers
a comforter she ease his soul
her beauty lies inside a mole
born grounded never hided out from the cold
i shuffled a 6 thru snow
hi tech remixed call it pro
moved up from 4s to a whole
now every backend done consistently stacked up akin to professionals
baller, actor, or a n-gga wit flows
beloved rapper call me calicoe
real ny trapper won’t move sour tho
nuh gelato b-tch

[verse 3 montana rugga mackavelli]
yeah gelato b-tch
yeah i won the lotto b-tch
yeah sipping moscato b-tch
yeah that be the bottle b-tch
good riddance yeah
i got the hood with him yeah
i got the good vision but my n-ggas they told me its god given
gotta watch n-ggas
i’m a hot n-gga
got to plot n-gga
put my name in the front but the jot bigger
yeah i do the time n-gga put your -ss in the back of the line n-gga
feeling like opptimus prime n-gga yeah i was locked up with them prime n-ggas
you know it ain’t hard to find n-ggas but my n-gga i’m not trying to rhyme with you
if you want it go get it dummy
yeah i’m in a fitted dummy
all of my n-ggas be with it dummy yeah
spin like a fidget dummy
i’m on the beat like i sh-tted dummy yeah
move with the pivot dummy yeahhhh

- lanii eastend lyrics

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