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nyora spouse - get it lyrics

[hook]
gotta go and get it to the day i really die
say she wanna f-ck me no condom in my wallet
running to the money all these rings on me like sonic
keep a .30 on me and i doubt they really want it
i don’t want to conversate i only want the top
everyday i wake and bake and get a b-tch to top me
told her she can keep the head if it ain’t coming sloppy
told her ima [?] n-body gonna stop me

[verse 1]
first cl-ss flights i might land in l.a
where the cash go anywhere they get paid
these hoes [?] never be safe
keep that thing tucked but designer on my waist
get rich nyora put them diamonds on my face
running to the guap [?] keep the pace
smoking moon rocks feeling like i’m outer sp-ce
and i got so much sauce little baby wanna taste
big backwood looking thicker then a b-tch
big glock .40 and it came with a grip
break it down to [?] and i’m fifty for the zip
always with the money ’cause the money coming quick

[bridge]
worth way more then the teachers that would hate
people talking sh-t but never talk it to my face
running to your city [?]
i don’t grab the [?] i grab the whole plate

[outro]
and n-body gonna stop me
i know for a fact that your she b-tch wanna top me
i know for a fact that all these n-gg-s are some copys
i know for a fact all the these n-gg-s wishy washy
and n-body gonna stop me
i know for a fact that your she b-tch wanna top me
i know for a fact that all these n-gg-s are some copys
i know for a fact all the these n-gg-s wishy washy

- nyora spouse lyrics

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