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wiardon - ginobili lyrics

[verse]
i told her that i love her, i ain’t mean it though
sorry i ain’t answer my phone, i was up at neiman’s store
had to take the hard route, cook, cut, clean the dope
now i get a ticket just to pull up to the scene and smoke
they can’t f+ck with me on my worst raps
ain’t speak on that sh+t but just know we did him the worst, right
i swerve lanes, clutching on my heat
taught myself the game, we was thuggin’ in the streets
tell them, “keep the change,” designer for the denim only
i call my plug in san antonio gin0bili
i just want thе money, ain’t gon’ be herе for a while
when i seen my first three bands drop, it made me smile
i hit your b+tch up like, “what’s up, it’s been a while”
remember hitting l!cks, we would get it and split it down
we was posted in the bricks tryna hit some accounts
a thousand ways to get it and you still up on some f+ck sh+t
riding in the hood with three terrorists and four sticks
remember that phone call, they really hit me with some hoe sh+t
calling my brodie, if it’s beef he toting the four+fifth
and i keep it in my hoodie on some cold sh+t
still rob your mans if he say he really know sh+t
dog, when the price a lil’ cheaper i’ll consider it
dealing with my demons off the drugs, what’s the difference
all these groupies showing fake love like you k!lling it
[refrain]
all these groupies showing fake love like you k!lling it

- wiardon lyrics

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