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lil durk - gervonta davis/tank lyrics

[intro]
(banger)
strip club, you throwing them dollars on me, you tryna hide the hurt
i’m the man, you pull up with your friends, you ain’t gotta hide your purse
everything mixed with fentanyl now a days i wouldn’t even try a perc
smurkttega, i smile inside bottega, i tried to buy her a purse

(the melody)
marquise diamond chain around her neck she ain’t gone die of thirst
i don’t try it on, i’m the type of n+gga that just buy it first
i was late, but meek had got the car, i tried to buy it first
why you keep complaining bout’ the sh+t that never matter

(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[hook]
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)

[verse 1]
i cleaned out my car i found two percocets a week ago
i just blew em’ off and still popped em’ imma leave it though
lil bro in grammar school but he be driving like he legal though
i just set a richard millie appointment about a week ago
sleeping on my side you got me on hard but you don’t feel it though
n+gga tried to bribe me about putting rats inside my video
strong subject, i learnt that, someone call pest control
over 2 million on a cuban link i’m smurk eskimo

the jets’ book so busy i had clear
on new year’s eve when i was child i tried beer
bunny rabbit, i need all these carats in each ear
she just told me i look so s+xy with veneers

i was just drinking right out the cup
i be leaving right after i nut
forgiato titty in the truck
i’m just so connected to the hood
everyday imma pray for shiesty
we don’t know who got it “back in blood”
all i know it wasn’t nothin to us
all i know it wasn’t nothin to + uh

i really hate when i argue in text
don’t want the baby i nut on her breast
who you think gave them illegal arrest
walking hookah suck me up like a vape
i’m in traffic with the 458
and she gone cover her nipple with tape
ay bae, i’m savage okay
a k, the draco relate
bro had a funeral i’m sorry im late
deep in depression that therapy way
p.o. be trippin just give em’ a break
size i hit you it feel like it’s tank

off from the picture it look like you stank
cuban link ankle she think she a slave
bro take a bucket i need it in paint
even my b+tch tried to give me the drank

[outro]
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)
i just f+cked a bag up (on designer and jewelry)

- lil durk lyrics

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