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leesta – like elvis lyrics

[intro: leesta]
step around
step around
step around (yeah, yeah, mm)
step around (yeah, yeah)
in givenchy shoes (yeah, yeah)
ran it from nothin’ so i flex on [?] (yeah, yeah)
i didn’t use to have sh+t (yeah, yeah)
now i got mad sh+t (yeah, yeah)
and i got a mad b+tch (yeah, yeah)
and i got money, yeah, b+tch (hahahahaha) (yeah, yeah)
and i know it don’t matter (yeah, yeah) (yeah, yeah)
actin’ like it matter (no, no)
let’s go

[chorus: leesta]
push up in a ‘vette, nerdy b+tches throwin’ neck
countin’ up these deads, my wallet thicker than a b+tch named precious
ferragamo hat, big slimeball won’t need no practice
smokin’ on this pack, poppin’ pills, might go out like elvis, yeah
smokin’ on this pack, i could blow her back out
put margiela on my back, i don’t rock no tapout
i buy my b+tches what they want but i don’t check no tags now
hit your main b+tch from the back and the side, i d+mn near made her tap out (on me)

[verse 1: leesta]
need a porsche, all black out
put that lil hoe in the sport, let’s spaz out
when i land in the a, bring them bands out
one phone call, get ya fanned down
one phone call, forget the head count
richard mille on ice, bring the sled out
pj on my flight so let’s head now
i don’t even like to f+ck, only head now
i put twenty+four b+tches on my main b+tch’s card
maserati cost a ticket, yeah, beep, push to start
i got boys in east atlanta, yeah, on the boulevard
i been cashin’ out at neiman’s, yeah, i don’t do walmart
[chorus: leesta]
push up in a ‘vette, nerdy b+tches throwin’ neck
countin’ up these deads, my wallet thicker than a b+tch named precious
ferragamo hat, big slimeball won’t need no practice
smokin’ on this pack, poppin’ pills, might go out like elvis, yeah
smokin’ on this pack, i could blow her back out
put margiela on my back, i don’t rock no tapout
i buy my b+tches what they want but i don’t check no tags now
hit your main b+tch from the back and the side, i d+mn near made her tap out (on baby)

[verse 2: jabodakidd]
i make her tap out, yeah, she screamin’ me
and everything a n+gga do is lowkey
no, i ain’t stressin, nah, my team, they gon ‘eat
if that boy got a problem, we make him deceased
i know 12 watchin’, i’m still keepin’ the heat
my drip, i know they copy, give me back me
catch an opper body, knock ’em straight off they feet
business activated, pull the trigger, release
real hot boy status
n+ggas keep talkin’, my fault, i’ma let ’em have it
they gon’ thought he knew [?] ’cause jabo showed ’em [?]
i just whip up in the ‘ghini ’cause jabo whippin’ the fastest
i just get what i can take
tryna feed everybody, yeah, everybody get a plate
i’m givin’ thanks to the man above, make sure that i pray
ain’t no stoppin’ my motion, movin’ too fast, ain’t got no pace
if he ain’t talkin’ no money, tell him to get on ’cause i’m straight
[chorus: leesta]
push up in a ‘vette, nerdy b+tches throwin’ neck
countin’ up these deads, my wallet thicker than a b+tch named precious
ferragamo hat, big slimeball won’t need no practice
smokin’ on this pack, poppin’ pills, might go out like elvis, yeah
smokin’ on this pack, i could blow her back out
put margiela on my back, i don’t rock no tapout
i buy my b+tches what they want but i don’t check no tags now
hit your main b+tch from the back and the side, i d+mn near made her tap out (on baby)

- leesta lyrics

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