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record boy - throw it up lyrics

i could f-ck my teacher
that means i might school ya
girl don’t let him fool ya
you know that boy a loser
(intro) (x2)

i get money, throw it up
throw it up, throw it up
i get money, throw it up
throw it up, throw it up
(hook)

i could f-ck my teacher
that means i might school ya
girl don’t let him fool ya
you know that boy a loser
(bridge)

she on her knees, it’s art
rolling a blunt on her arch
she got good brain, she smart
foreign car like a dart
riding through town with the tint
but everybody knows who in it
steve martin diamonds, they’re pink
yellow jacket, know it sting
cartier frames, let me see
diamonds my ear, they sing
like a groom, got rings
like a site, got links
diamonds look smart, make you think
i got the drip like a sink
forty-five k in the sink
came with the ice, rink
you know my line is wet
you know my diamonds wet
got 305, my step
breaking my spine with this necklace
i can’t f-ck up with my set
medusa the shirt, match the bed
ain’t get behind her yet
i’m tryna rewind that sh-t
light hit my watch, it bend
they bite my style and flex
that’s that annoying sh-t
i’m rich, they know that sh-t
i sent my mom a check
b-tch i’m a dog, need vets
napalm, she blowing b-tch
i’m rich, she know that sh-t
(verse 1)

i get money, throw it up
throw it up, throw it up
i get money, throw it up
throw it up, throw it up
(hook)

i could f-ck my teacher
that means i might school ya
girl don’t let him fool ya
you know that boy a loser
(outro)

- record boy lyrics

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