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toohda band$ – collins ave lyrics

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[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(funk or die), yeah
hme, fod, n+gga (crown, you a fool for this sh+t, n+gga)

[verse]
they say it’s lonely at the top, well, it was lonely at the bottom
n+gga, ain’t no shortage, what you need? bro, we got ’em
i can smell a n+gga hatin’, look close, gotta watch ’em (watch that n+gga)
couple n+ggas breathin’, when i catch him, i’ma pop him
i be talkin’ cash, n+ggas tryna switch the topic
n+gga got popped, he ain’t doin’ sh+t about it
how you rap and you ain’t got no dog sh+t up in your pocket? (like what the f+ck?)
pressure bust pipes, n+ggas folding like a wallet
ask tay, when i caught that lil’ case, kept it solid (shh)
b+tches laugh at you, you be walkin’ ’round childish
instagram beefin’, n+ggas doin’ all that howlin’
have bro come and wet your whole block, he gon’ drown it
i’m astounded, n+ggas out herе wildin’
your lil’ brother dead and you flew your ass to cali (b+tch)
n+ggas rap beefin’, i’m just sippin’ lеan in maui
hit another state, get that bag, then i’m outtie
n+ggas really mad ’cause they can’t do sh+t about me
my b+tch got me hooked, she done sucked the soul out me
you buyin’ b+tches bag, she can’t get no clothes out me (never)
i can’t do no lackin’, always keep some poles ’round me
where they at? hit they block, leave ’em flat
n+gga, you ain’t talkin’ money, i’ma hit you back
a pretty b+tch with no money, i’m not hittin’ that (never)
that dead n+gga on your shirt, you can’t get him back
i get money every day, no problem
you be sittin’ on your ass, boy, you childish
chillin’ in miami, blowin’ weed down on collins
i put this sh+t together, i ain’t never use a stylist
how you cuffin’ on that ho? you ain’t heard she got some mileage? (you ain’t heard?)
the way she gave me brain, could’ve swear she went to college
i been high all day, man, i should’ve been a pilot
n+gga, don’t stop, blow the light, there the sirens
yeah, take a risk, hit the road, hit or miss
grab a faygo from the store, no sierra mist
told my b+tch to grab her bag, we finna take a trip
put the drakey in the bag, i can make it slip



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