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nyora spouse - erl on me lyrics

[intro:]
posted by the corner store
posted by the corner store, posted posted
i’m posted by the corner store
no no no+
yeah, yeah, yeah
f+ck you, f+ck you, definitely f+ck you+
no f+ck you, f+ck you, no f+ck you
+producer tag+

[verse 1:]
always keep a slab, b+tch i’m tryna dab
n+ggas never got it so they hate it, tryna stop it
she think i’m the man, but i hope shes on birth control
my feet all in the sand, and i might let my new b+tch roll
counting h+lla bands, she might just roll
famous sipping froze, posted by the corner store
run up the check cause i’m rich, i need me a bad asian b+tch
they roll me up grams in a spliff, they pay for my uber and lyft
mob the whip and heavy sliding, all these hoes tryna ride it
when i left she was crying, hitting dabs i be flying
50 xans serve the oack, keep the zips in the back
keep a model counting stacks, like a dike i keep a strap
rig again, all this broken glass
bought another one, cause b+tch i’m tryna dab
trapline bling, i get it by the slab
wax man nyora, straight trapping out the lab

[hook:]
always keep a slab, cause b+tch i’m tryna dab
always keep a slab, cause b+tch i’m tryna dab
always keep a slab, cause b+tch i’m tryna dab
always keep a slab, cause b+tch i’m tryna dab

[hook 2]
i’m on my sh+t, i’m tryna stack it up
move the work than run it up
what you need? got plenty bruh
your pockets small and empty bruh
you’re pockets small they empty bruh
what you need? got plenty bruh
i’m on my sh+t, i’m tryna stack it up
move the work than run it up
what you need? got plenty bruh
your pockets small and empty bruh
you’re pockets small they empty bruh
what you need? got plenty bruh
your pockets small they empty bruh

[post hook:]
she think i’m her (what?)
she think i’m her (what?)
she think i’m the man, but i hope shes on birth control
my feet all in the sand, and i might let my new b+tch roll
counting h+lla bands, she might just roll
famous sipping froze, posted by the corner store

[outro:]
nyora, nyora, nyora, got the pack
run it up i bought a vest
and you know i’m always strapped
always dressed in all black
yes, still f+ck you n+gga
old b+tch ass n+gga
“vool” ass f+ck face
i’ll beat you n+gga

- nyora spouse lyrics

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