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rxmeo - infinite lyrics

[chorus]
this sh+t infinite, we makin’ records
i’m downtown with your hoe gettin’ reckless
i just hit up my bro, told him check this
i just crossed another one off the checklist
i just work until the f+ckin’ sun down yeah they hated, tell them boys wassup now
gotta make it so my future son proud
she want seconds after i hit one round
yeah, ayy
used to stress ‘bout that b+tch, give me migraine
i don’t know why she f+ckin’ with my brain
i don’t know why the f+ck she don’t lock in
tell my baby, wassup yeah just hop in
yeah i know we ain’t speak in a hot minute
i don’t know what you think, but i’m not them
yeah, you spеakin’ to the f+ckin’ top man

[verse]
outside with the top fam
if hе talkin’ down, then we gon’ pop him
put him on a paper and it’s not slam
i’m a chi n+gga, not no florida man
say goodbye n+gga, this the last dance
i could die, but i ain’t gon’ back down if you lie, you gon’ face my back now
they got tired, we been runnin’ laps now
young n+gga, got my bands up
we been trappin’ out the f+ckin’ bando
call up monkey, make that n+gga back up
now he cryin’, callin’ out for backup
why you mad, lil’ n+gga get your cash up
we done went too far, now you can’t catch up
got a bad hoe, feelin’ all on a n+gga, you know i had to f+ck her back up
feel like pierre, you should be mine, yeah
i just want you for the meantime, yeah callin’ my phone, had to decline, yeah
think i just need some me time, yeah n+ggas be p+ssy like feline, yeah
i don’t give a f+ck, i’ma speak mine, yeah
yeah it’s all good, i’ma be fine, yeah
shootin’ that b+tch from the three line, yeah
[chorus]
this sh+t infinite, we makin’ records
i’m downtown with your hoe gettin’ reckless
i just hit up my bro, told him check this
i just crossed another one off the checklist
i just work until the f+ckin’ sun down yeah they hated, tell them boys wassup now
gotta make it so my future son proud
she want seconds after i hit one round
yeah, ayy
used to stress ‘bout that b+tch, give me migraine
i don’t know why she f+ckin’ with my brain
i don’t know why the f+ck she don’t lock in
tell my baby, wassup yeah just hop in
yeah i know we ain’t speak in a hot minute
i don’t know what you think, but i’m not them
yeah, you speakin’ to the f+ckin’ top man

- rxmeo lyrics

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