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lo. n$b - contagious lyrics

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i said fo sho fo sho you ready 2 go let’s go
-ss so fat why ya n-gg- look so mad
i remember i was down bad thinking i just gotta get back
fell off and i bounced right back n the flow got a high price tag
yea woah yeah woah i get the cash n go
look at the fashion tho my b-tch is a fancy ho
when she give the toppy yea she do it sloppy man i love me a nasty ho
and she sip the henny with her pinky up yea my chick is a cl-ssy ho
you want it fast or slow you know i got cash to blow
i swear stunting is a habit tho i swear every appearance a fashion show
i get it i get it i’m wit i’m wit it brought her to the telly and hit it i hit it
i’m in it i’m in it i’m not wit the internet
she post a selfie she know we ain’t into that
she violate and she know ima give her back
i play the cut like a nickleback
play the hand i was dealt like its penny pack
she give the top like a fidet cap
yea you get cheese but you been rat
so we not the same we was never that
if i take a loss bet i get it back

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old money new money pink 50’s blue hunit’s
hottest out hands down if not who run it
n-gg-s mad n-gg-s hating ice grillin do sumthn
think twice before you diss me n-gg- the goons comin
all my n-gg-s touch paper i ain’t never been no hater
n-gg- hit my b-tch he can have that b-tch like the ice cream man i got flavors
i got mini me’s guess the swag is contagious
they ain’t really like us but had to embrace us
we all got our phases this sh-t is outrages i’m f-ckin a white girl her daddy’s a racist
god d-mn hmmm
now you n-gg-s gotta make effort
she suck the d get a a for effort
had a bad day but she made it better
in the trap duckin rats while im chasin chedda
she let me beat the box up to may the weather
got another thing coming i’m way to clever
it’s a race to the paper i chase em never
dont gotta lie to me but you better not cry to me
when that n-gg- do like i should’ve did you
dont ask for a hug b-tch dont ask for a tissue
got every dime from me but you ain’t make time for me
but nah i ain’t trippin i stackin this chicken
i’m back on mission right back to the riches
i’m stackin these digits no slacking relentless
all i i know rack it up rack it up n-gg-
i know these hoes think bout trapping a n-gg-
all i know rap it up rap it up n-gg-
she got a big bootie she back in up wit it
she just left the trap she was baggin up in it
she went straight to strip club she racking up in it
im f-ckin her good sent her back to her n-gg-

- lo nb lyrics

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