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stt laurentt - own hoes lyrics

[verse 1]
i ain’t finna gotta tell you non’
funny how they all change up
funny how i got my money up
now i seen the whole case blown
they ain’t really wanna see me up
they ain’t really wanna see me blow
sad world that we living in
i ain’t really wanna see em no more anyway
sippin’ on sh+t while i’m smokin’ on gas
it’s the henny way
stackin’ up bands i got my cash it’s plenty ways
y’all really broke as a b+tch
so you better stay out my f+cking face
my hitters gon’ leave you dead no trace
ain’t got no time for f+ckin’ snakes
i peeped your ass, i know you fake
you can’t be lyin’ to no king
you can’t be lyin’ like you the way
you can’t be dressin’ with no swag
that’s why your b+tch came homе with me
yo shawty just walked out the crib
i got thеm cartier’s on my shades b+tch

[verse 2]
spin the block in any whip
they know my f+ckin’ pockets fat
they be tryin’ to get f+ckin’ rich
with their penny stocks
b+tch i ain’t on that
i finna just spin the block, yeah i trap it up
i’m a money man
i’ve forever been in the booth
since the day dot
what you stunting man?
[verse 3]
oh, check on your pr+nunciation
rap game gon’ rule on the nation
big bag, i’m hard like pavement
high off my head like sp+ceship
body bag these b+tches if they playin’ with my name like that
shawty like them bad boys
that’s why she in my face and that
dub seven, mac eleven
shock your ass like a taser man
no one pressin’ like i’m pressin
that’s how i know they fakin’ man
cop the denim, cop the kicks
i ain’t even finna go check the tag, yeah

[outro]
don’t hit me for no photos
unless you bring your own hoes, yeah
don’t hit me for no photo
unless you bring your own hoes, yeah
ha

- stt laurentt lyrics

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