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smylez - "love that shit" remix lyrics

[intro]
f-ck that b-tch, i’m getting money, i love that sh-t
if it ain’t money, get away from me, f-ck that sh-t
always riding, why i do this cause i love that sh-t
can’t go hollywood i rather stay hood, i love that sh-t

[hook: doeboi flexx]
f-ck that b-tch, i’m getting money, i love that sh-t
if it ain’t money, get away from me, f-ck that sh-t
always riding, why i do this cause i love that sh-t
can’t go hollywood i rather stay hood, i love that sh-t
i love that sh-t, i love that sh-t, love that–love that sh-t (4x)

[verse 1: lil mister]
i love that sh-t, band up get rich
if it ain’t money, i ain’t tryna hear sh-t
baby hush that sh-t, baby i’ma walking l!ck, and i talk sh-t
make a f-ck n-gga p-ss, got bands in the whip
40 cal on my hip, i ain’t worried about sh-t
foreign thing switch shifts, jack boss switch lanes
all my n-ggas insane
ballout loul deng, bro nem got aim
40 glock go bang, blow a f-ck n-gga brains
smoke dope k!ll pain, choppa bullets they rain
got white that cane, black 9 luol deng
7-4 the gang, folks nem gang bang
ride yo b-tch like a train, she gonna bless the whole team
eat eat, get brain
can’t go hollywood n-gga mother f-ck fame
i be cooling with the gang, we gone off lean
off flats, pop beans, stay flee that’s me
ball hard, play d
and my dope from the sea, rolling up on the beach

[hook: doeboi flexx]

[verse 2: $wagg dinero]
i don’t trust sh-t
my pockets thick, my fist cost grip
don’t cuff that b-tch, she with the sh-t, do more than d-cks
that thing i whip, i use my wrist
they come back quick, my defense sick
i blitz this trap, he fumble bricks, we love this sh-t
counting up checks, and i don’t care nothing about no b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, she a bopper, i can tell she wasn’t on sh-t
stupid b-tch, you was broke, don’t try to say you bought me sh-t
racks on wrist, so i see you seen that i been on my sh-t
tyga a b-tch, he ain’t for sh-t
how sh-t go here, we play with 40s
no pocket rockets take yo pick, i gotta p-ss
i’m almost rich, i’m young and rich
that semi spit, red beam with the sh-t, don’t need no grip

[hook: doeboi flexx]

[verse 3: smylez]
069 i say it all the time cause i love that sh-t
she told you i’ma friend from high school but i f-cked that b-tch
block to hot, every gun got bodies, don’t touch that sh-t
big ol’ eyes, tryna set up the guys, we gone stomp that b-tch
no new n-ggas
naw we ain’t tryna clique up, n-gg ion’t trust that sh-t
we tote triggers, get out of line, i got it i’ma bust that b-tch
if you ain’t rich, you gotta start off with loud on the corner selling dimes and nicks
oo this a hit, call doeboi flexx like n-gga i love this sh-t
y’all know me, big boss smylez
can’t get money let me teach you how
we do drills cl!ck clack pow, n-gga we’ll lay the whole fefe down
i’m in the sky, y’all can see me now
say what’s up when you see me out
opps getting mad we on tv now
punching up walls knocking tvs down
b-tches love to stay fly and sh-t
wanna call my phone to get high and sh-t
know they gotta whole n-gga wanna lie and sh-t
my b-tch come in, wanna hide and sh-t
sweet song, yeah on my highest sh-t, lose a 40 on my diet sh-t
got choppas with silents, let see which one shoot the quietest

[hook: doeboi flexx]

[verse 4: quan bandz & doeboi flexx]
f-ck these hoes, these hoes be lying
b-tch can’t get a dime
i’m bout my bands, don’t waste my time
wanna be me get a lining
10 year n-gga that’s 875
8th never cross my mind
all the b-tches keep dying
but i told y’all before, now i gotta squad down to ride

i’m from 06, where you don’t get no p-ss, we gone beat yo -ss
f-cks with real n-ggas, turn up beat sh-t
r.i.p to my guys
posted on compton that’s where i grew up
b-tch 875 ain’t selling sh-t
we insane gang
f-ck trell free the guys

love that money don’t love that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch, she ain’t give me sh-t
keep that tool, n-gga don’t get fixed
i keep telling y’all i’ma be rich
word on the streets, i’ma walking l!ck
if a n-gga try me the other day at smith
i’m sl!ck with the money, you can call me rick
take yo top off like a open pick

[outro: doeboi flexx]
boy i love that sh-t, i’ont love that b-tch
f-ck that b-tch i only hug that b-tch
n-ggas cuffing these k!llers who does that sh-t?
bands over these b-tches, you don’t touch that sh-t
n-gga trying to apologize, f-ck that sh-t
shawty got some good head, b-tch suck that sh-t
fake n-ggas, you know i had to cut that sh-t
if you ain’t talking bands than shut that sh-t

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