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lil tony official - specialize lyrics

[intro]
(roc that sh+t out, hari)

[chorus]
life been gettin’ deep, days been gettin’ longer, i ain’t gettin’ sleep
money gettin’ taller, problems gettin’ shorter, legs weak
b+tch gettin’ aggy, pants gettin’ saggy, bands gettin’ heavy
ran it up, i’m still consistently steppin’
we pop tech, f+ck thots, most of ’em used as props
i be wonderin’ if she let me f+ck if my chain come off
these b+tches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(oh sh+t, oh sh+t, there he go, f+ck is that? oh my god, is that key? yeah, that’s him)

[verse]
k!ller micro drac’ with fashion, double homicide (micro drac’)
i seen the ‘cat after a stain, i had to jump inside (gang)
smoke a n+gga cookie (cookie), spint lil’ bro, he p+ssy (p+ssy), foe n+gga gushin’ (bah, uh)
yeah, n+ggas see i ran it up, now they need a god (broke+ass n+ggas)
no way you think i’m stunna, b+tch, my music nationwide (b+tch)
hit a boutique, buy everything, i don’t even pick the size (sh+t, you a fly motherf+cker)
ran into my first hundred thousand (woo), two hundred thousand (hot d+mn)
three hundred thousand (hot d+mn), four hundred thousand, five (sh+t)
n+ggas better catch up, they still stuck on they first twenty+five (d+mn, dub+five)
i done spent a twenty+five on a twenty+five and took out a dime
bought a car, put the rest up, got a f+ckin’ 9 (glizzy)
40 got bigger (bigger), guns got bigger (bigger), young rich n+gga
i must admit i’m havin’ dog sh+t for real, you gettin’ paper, come and get with me
(come here, come here, come here, come on, where we goin’? n+gga, get with me)
ain’t got no f+cks with for no fake n+gga (f+ckboy)
i’ll let that drac’ hit ’em (drac’, bah+bah+bah+bah+bah, drac’)
[chorus]
life been gettin’ deep, days been gettin’ longer, i ain’t gettin’ sleep
money gettin’ taller, problems gettin’ shorter, legs weak
b+tch gettin’ aggy, pants gettin’ saggy, bands gettin’ heavy
ran it up, i’m still consistently steppin’
we pop tech, f+ck thots, most of ’em used as props
i be wonderin’ if she let me f+ck if my chain come off
these b+tches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(oh sh+t, oh sh+t, there he go, f+ck is that? oh my god, is that key? that’s him)

- lil tony official lyrics

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