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luhjay4 - don't mention me lyrics

[intro]
why would i argue, we got guns, come through and make it boom
xl
alright there we go uh huh

[hook]
why would i argue, we got guns, come through and make it boom
she asked me do i love her, told her nah, i love this money
.762, rip through your stomach, we got rounds, we do no running
these n+ggas b+tches, ain’t talking ’bout nothin’, i’m all about the money
you talkin’ ’bout smoke, pop yo’ ass, then roll you up, now yo’ ass gettin’ smoked
he up to me, d+mn that boy he choke, i’m tryin’ to f+ck a throat
that b+tch she green, she f+cked the gang
swerve, lane to lane
if it’s up, thеn let it be, pleasе don’t mention me
[verse 1]
if it’s a problem, i grab the glizzy, that’s the problem solved
she suck d+ck, it fix my problems, she the head doctor
jus’ make me mad, then you gon’ meet mr body dropper
hoe you [?], go see the doctor
it ain’t nun’ to get you hit, we all got bl!cks
they don’t know who wacked the b+tch
you all havin’ hoes, i’on know what b+tch to hit
too many f+ckin’ opps, i’on know which block to spin
they f+ckin’ hain ain tryna let me in
i can’t wait to win
bro he throw+up, he can’t wait to spin
n+gga you know i want in
these n+ggas p+ssy, they act like hoes, they on their period
there go 12, hit the gas, this bi’ like fast & furious
get high, he never outside
airbnb, never provide
i hit that hoe, but never with my slides on
n+ggas like to talk, i’on like to talk, i jus’ go slide on ’em

[hook]
why would i argue, we got guns, come through and make it boom
she asked me do i love her, told her nah, i love this money
.762, rip through your stomach, we got rounds, we do no running
these n+ggas b+tches, ain’t talking ’bout nothin’, i’m all about the money
you talkin’ ’bout smoke, pop yo’ ass, then roll you up, now yo’ ass gettin’ smoked
he up to me, d+mn that boy he choke, i’m tryin’ to f+ck a throat
that b+tch she green, she f+cked the gang
swerve, lane to lane
if it’s up, then let it be, please don’t mention me
[verse 2]
boy i’m hard as h+ll, i’ll run into a brick, f+ck you mean?
i’m hittin’ yo’ hoe, you callin’ her phone, i answer like, “what you need?”
i’m in my own world, i’on see n0body, it’s only me
he gettin’ a trim, he gon’ end up under me
stressin’ out ’cause i hit her [?]
out that sh+t, one under me
i be chillin’, i’m a humble beast
i can really spaz, get on they ass, this sh+t ain’t nun’ to me
[?] like 50 feet, don’t get to close to me
nasty, freaky hoe gon’ give the drop fo’ free
i’m in that mode, honestly no stoppin’ me, i ain’t slowin’ down
i’m on they ass, all year round
i’on get target, [?] me down
i was broke, wearin’ hand me downs
they used to laugh, look at ’em now
these hoes they [?], and they passed down
i’m scared, he ain’t gotta pass her down

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