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rodeoglo - midnite stroll lyrics

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(yuhh, go)
i’m on the block with the pack
block with the pack
(go, go, go, go, go, go)
(goooo, go, go)
(goooo, go, go)
(goooo, go)

b+tch i got that swag, got these n+ggas mad, mad
beat that n+gga ass, he in body bag, bag
i’m just countin’ cash, countin’ all these racks, racks
juggin’ for that guap, finessin’ them racks, racks
i gotta+ i gotta run it up, not worried ’bout no f+g, f+g
n+gga what the f+ck you got on, that sh+t not no swag, swag
n+gga [?] everything that i cop, it’s gon’ cost some racks, racks
and i know everything that you make is gon’ be trash, trash

smokin’ on dope, you smokin’ on vape
f+ck n+gga you just be talkin’ to ja+
n+gga i+ n+gga i know you a fake, you a snake
pull up on the block, don’t need no drac’
i’m makin’ money i’m makin’ it shake, i cannot switch up no i cannot be fake
f+ck all you n+ggas ’cause y’all n+ggas hate, n+ggas be mad ’cause they don’t got taste

i just get the blue hunnids all in my face
lil’ b+tch ass n+gga, go count some cake
smoke a big blunt then i eat this steak
call up yo’ b+tch, she here to stay
i’m on my phone, i’m makin’ plays
all of you n+ggas be in the way
that b+tch, she f+ck with me ’cause i skate
i f+ck on that b+tch and i have a steak
[?] and 808s
i’m just focused on getting that cake
i know that these young n+ggas be fake
i can’t f+ck with you, ’cause you gon’ flake
i wake up like how much money i’m gon’ make
you don’t got more money than me that’s a fact
you know i could f+ck yo’ b+tch and that’s no cap
i’m coolin’ with twin, whippin’ beats in the trap

b+tch i got that swag, got these n+ggas mad, mad
beat that n+gga ass, he in body bag, bag
i’m just countin’ cash, countin’ all these racks, racks
juggin’ for that guap, finessin’ them racks, racks
i gotta+ i gotta run it up, not worried ’bout no f+g, f+g
n+gga what the f+ck you got on, that sh+t not no swag, swag
n+gga [?] everything that i cop, it’s gon’ cost some racks, racks
and i know everything that you make is gon’ be trash, trash
i gotta+ i gotta run it up, not worried ’bout no f+g, f+g
n+gga what the f+ck you got on, that sh+t not no swag, swag
i gotta run it up, not worried ’bout no f+g, f+g
n+gga what the f+ck you got on, that sh+t not no swag, sw+

(aye, go)
(goooo, go)
(b+tch i got that swag, b+tch i got that, b+tch i got drip)
(countin’ up these chips)
(i’m on the block with a pack)
(b+tch i got that swag)
(b+tch i got that swag, b+tch, i got that, b+tch, i got that drip)
(countin’ gucci chips)
(squad, squad, squad)



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