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skyte - trendsetter lyrics

show me my respect baby imma trendsetter
yeah i got her wet but i got her friend wetter
how she tryna text when our ties been severed
wake up pop out spend a check lil b+tch im a big spender
i just

[chorus]
go, go
hop up in this mazzi baby
f+ck these hoes, they drive me crazy
i hate n+ggas like a white old lady
all my money legal than a b+tch
there ain’t no swiping baby
way she cut these n+ggas off so quick
i might just like you baby
i know thеy wanna take me out and put me on thе floor
i don’t work at no d+mn domino’s but i stick to the dough
you gon’ win sometimes and you gon’ lose
but that’s just how it go
she like, “cam, i miss the sober you”
and i’m like, “hit the door”
hit the door, hit the door
hit the door, hit the door, hit the door
[verse]
get up out my life
b+tch i ain’t yo’ mans and i’m not finna say that twice
can’t go slangin’ d+ck for free
’cause it come with a big ass price
with that tax included
yo’ b+tch throw her back into it
he ran up, i had to shoot it
play your music in the bot and it’s f+cking muted
i don’t act like sh+t i’m not, ’cause i really do it
when hoes come around n+ggas start acting stupid
i don’t hold back, lil’ b+tch i shoot it
my gang up, we starting movements
i’m making bag after bag, after bag, after bag
why they so mad why they mad why they mad why they mad
it’s cause we go up fast, go up fast, go up fast, go up fast
you won’t catch go out bad, go out bad
go out bad, go out bad

[verse 2]
i don’t mean to flex
but i could do your hoe horrendous, and move independent
and she would still give up the neck
i ain’t felt love in a minute but f+ck it forget it
that sh+t doesn’t make me upset
a b+tch will have 30 bodies then wonder why i wouldn’t cuff
like “what u expect?”
before we go f+ck, b+tch get you a test
matta fact, b+tch you lost me
to the bread you walk so slow
walk so slow like a undead zombie
b+tch, i start the show walk in and they eyes all on me
i’m a humble n+gga sometimes i be acting c+cky
cannot stop this wave, n+gga try and stop me
[chorus]
go, go
hop up in this mazzi baby
f+ck these hoes, they drive me crazy
i hate n+ggas like a white old lady
all my money legal than a b+tch
there ain’t no swiping baby
way she cut these n+ggas off so quick
i might just like you baby
i know they wanna take me out and put me on the floor
i don’t work at no d+mn domino’s but i stick to the dough
you gon’ win sometimes and you gon’ lose
but that’s just how it go
she like, “cam, i miss the sober you”
and i’m like, “hit the door”
hit the door, hit the door
hit the door, hit the door, hit the door

- skyte lyrics

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