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verxendii - valid lyrics

[chorus]
don’t got much to say get the f-ck out my way
i get the bag like i work day to day
who got more b-tches i go bae to bae
texting my phone i’m an exit away
i only dip off when you want me to stay
dripping in diamonds they calling me kay
don’t ask the price anything i can pay
these n-ggas be broke let me call aaa
my b-tch stay on the sideline
number she got is my sideline
blocked her on my iphone
been blowing my sh-t like a hotline
i only care about my bag (tags)
new fits got tags
n-ggas don’t know how to move in silence cause they do sh-t and they brag (b-tch)

[verse 1]
i do it i do it be on my elite
i catch all the lines and i don’t miss a beat
moon walking cause i am smooth on my feet
i know that i bought it don’t need a receipt
my eyes always bigger than what i can eat
i walk past a n-gga like when did we meet
say that you love me it’s time to retreat
could of gave him feature but i rather delete
n-ggas switch up like they f-cking with paul
don’t trust n0body my back to the wall
boy talking dumb i put one in his jaw
don’t ask me nothing cause i don’t recall
i want it all
cause i’ll never fall
that is the reason my money so tall
i make n-ggas hit the block b-tton got something to say n-gga drop something
every time i get on the track it makes me understand why these n-ggas so wack
these n-ggas my sons put em all in my sack
i was gone after endii but n-gga i’m back
n-ggas ghosted in the worst way (woah)
i didn’t need them in the first place
n-ggas always got something to say but couldn’t touch me on my worst day
in this lifetime i got so much to do
they stay trynna test me got nothing to prove
stay taking shots i got nothing to lose
you see that we winning we do it in 2’s
you f-cking with brandon then you f-cking with me
your b-tch let me hit for a perk and a fendi
when you make money that’s when you can hit me
they try to befriend me just so they can end me

[bridge]
i made time for my em (i made time for em)
they ain’t make time for me (nah)
i used to ride for em (ride for em)
they hop out of line for me (d-mn)
i started to shine on em (shine on em)
they started hating on me (woah)
but i got a rhyme for em
yeah i got a rhyme for em

[chorus]
don’t got much to say get the f-ck out my way
i get the bag like i work day to day
who got more b-tches i go bae to bae
texting my phone i’m an exit away
i only dip off when you want me to stay
dripping in diamonds they calling me kay
don’t ask the price anything i can pay
these n-ggas be broke let me call aaa
my b-tch stay on the sideline
number she got is my sideline
blocked her on my iphone
been blowing my sh-t like a hotline
i only care about my bag (woah)
new fits got tags (cold)
n-ggas don’t know how to move in silence cause they do sh-t and they brag b-tch

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