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rnb.foemob - water lyrics

[intro]
(what up, noc?)
uh, yeah
woo, huh, woo
yeah

[chorus]
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (i gotta get that cheddar)
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (i gotta go get that cheddar)

[verse 1]
real deal junkie, boy, i wish it was a joke (i’m geeked)
i pop me some percs and sip some liquor, then pour a four (i’m gone)
i f+cked that boy’s sister, then she told me that he’s a joke (hе joke)
put d+ck in her liver, now this b+tch callin’ mе the goat (i’m goat)
leech n+ggas, had to get them boys up out my boat (f+ck ’em)
they ask for a little, double back and then ask for more (h+ll nah)
if you ain’t contribute, then get the f+ck up out my door (h+ll nah)
i gotta stack it ’cause i hate that feelin’ bein’ poor (on god)
this sh+t might look real easy, but i promise it was hard (grindin’)
tryna make a way when you surrounded by the dark (i’m tryin’)
i taught myself the rules by makin’ lessons outta loss (i did)
so every day i pray and i thank god for what i got (huh, huh, woo)
[chorus]
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (got cheddar)
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (money, money, money)

[verse 2]
ridin’ through the city just my backpack in the backseat (yeah)
tryna hit a l!ck on any n+gga tryna tax me (bah, bah)
probably did rob you in the past, n+gga, so don’t ask me (i did)
you want your get+back, lil’ n+gga, then just come get at me (yeah)
chopper make a n+gga run track like he a athlete (grrt)
servin’ through the hallway, four pill bottles stuffed with baggies (i’m stackin’, stackin’)
pistol in my joggers, i can’t help it that i’m saggin’
your b+tch was all up on me but i dropped her like her panties (ha)
f+ck n+gga, i can get you knocked off for lil’ free (lil’ free)
i stay away from suckers, suckers stay away from me (like f+ck ’em)
i put it on my mother, everywhere i keep some heat (i’m tuckin’)
ar knock your limbs off, bet this b+tch chop down a tree (i’m seekin’)

[chorus]
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (get money, money)
vvs’s blingin’ on my ap, n+gga
i came up out the streets so you can’t play me, n+gga (ha)
ig model b+tches wanna taste me, n+gga (d+mn)
but paper is the only thing i’m chasin’, n+gga (i gotta get that money)

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