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lelo (usa) - i can never lyrics

[intro]
yeah
(troy, what are you doing?)

[verse]
first track; slid, ain’t no need for no track two
fn; friend, only thing i’m too attached too
n+ggas fake, if you askin’ why i gotta attitude
team tight as f+ck like them babyface tracksuit’s
squad tight as f+ck like them babyface sweatpants
i can’t even two+step but i can make the tech ‘tec dance
all you hear is 2+step when n+ggas choose to press gas
only follow two steps, talk sh+t; collect bag
brodie backstage rollin’ loud like a press pass
pit bull’ll attack a n+gga leg if he trespass
fan b+tch, grabbin’ on my legs, lemme get pass
labels tryna fly me out of state, give me jet+lag
brodie too addicted i just caught him raw sippin’
choppa got kick like that big bald n+gga
i been eatin’ finna turn into a big broad n+gga
i can’t treat him like no demon, he a big soft n+gga
they like, “lelo, boy you better never switch when that bag hit”
ten toes down, b+tch i never did a back+flip
helmut lang plug with a motherf+ckin’ accent
clip sitting in the five like an improper fraction
said that she a ten but i don’t even wanna touch
margiela dress shirt, i don’t even wanna tuck
i ain’t never met that n+gga, how he say he one of us?
f+ck track, lil’ bro’ll let the semi run ’em up
i’m that next up n+gga i ain’t beefin’ with n0body, ‘specially when they think they eatin’ off that benihana plate
i’m that next up n+gga i ain’t teamin’ with n0body, ‘specially when i know some n+ggas slidin’ in+and+out of state
i can’t rest up n+gga i ain’t worried about n0body, ‘specially when i know my n+ggas slide for any amount of cake
i’m a dressed up n+gga new designer on my body, i got archive boxers flyin’ in without a cape
when i’m outside shopping i ain’t even got a problem but this yop right beside me like i took it on a date
lame n+ggas d+ck+ridin’, i ain’t even cry about it, been a prophet, i ain’t trippin’ i just leave it up to fate
i’m a real rap n+gga with some top+shelf problems, i be scoopin’ up the profit like i’m tryna flip a crate
b+tch it’s get rich time, finna make a sitcom, call my brodie josh peck ’cause he know how to flip a drac’

- lelo usa lyrics

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