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lil skies - through the vines* lyrics

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[verse]
ooh, i hit my diddy bop
b+tch, i don’t milly rock, tell her “make them titties pop”
i make your city hot, pull up with them wheelies out
pourin’ the double cup, we got it from the waffle house
ooh, chopper, he walk it out
uh, f+ck is he talkin’ ’bout?
don’t gotta ? from me but i’ma chalk him out
he tried to hide from me, i’m in the bushes in front his house
ayy, i, look at my watch, can’t see the time
i’m on another level, i just want a piece of mind
you ask me how i’m doing, always tell you that i’m fine
just read between the lines, i’m growing through the vines with this sh+t
’cause i ain’t lying to you
i be always keeping it real like i ain’t hiding the truth
you be mad as a b+tch ’cause i be higher than you
i ain’t f+ckin’ with them n+ggas, i’m only fly with the crew
i be rolling off the gas, think i’m in love with the goo
when them boys get on your ass you gon’ be mad you do what you do
watch them slidin’ through the roof so they come from coupe to coupe
i was raised around the ones so you know i would be with two
i’m a renegade, n+gga, i’m go against f+ckin’ anything
i don’t care about them n+ggas, they ain’t really gang
she gon’ spin, come back around, just like a boomerang
packed out like bootytang, n+gga
i know i do the thang, n+gga
i got like 2 chainz, n+gga
better yet, like 20 chains, n+gga
better yet like a hundred chains, n+gga
this sh+t ain’ ever been a thing, walk in and i’ma make it rain
back then, i prolly hit a stain, my brodie goin’ brain for brain
sh+t like jet li, i, know they can’t feel me, i
can’t let them k!ll me, i, keep that thing with me, i’m
still makin’ plays around the nation, i got that number one sensation
she like “it’s hot in here babe”, she dropped it down and went crazy
i put the pedal to the metal then i go for the moon
i ain’t worried ’bout them n+ggas, i broke out my cocoon
you gotta go do what you do, b+tch, get out of your mood
i got a different type of sauce, this sh+t didn’t ride with a pool
i don’t care who you with, n+gga, so put your bl!ck up
say he wanna fight, hold on, is it a stick up?
if you say you got smoke, then put your bl!ck up
he thought he was a big problem, that boy a hiccup

- lil skies lyrics

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