Rush
Soul La' Flare
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Aye Woah (Uh huh) Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah (Uh huh) Woah Woah Woah Woah (Soul please) Told em' don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up Different color my cup I'm not using Faygo i'm using a Crush Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch And none of my niggas is pussy we rush Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up Damn I done made more money than i ever had this year(Ever had) (Soul please) This is the face of a nigga that woke up with bands, i just look in the mirror (Go) All of the niggas that hated they see that i'm shining i'm breaking they spirit (Woah) Aye all of the niggas that claimed they was better than me see i'm up and they fear it No this ain't MLB but i hit me a home run (Home run) Fucked on that bitch a while ago, She said i ain't hit it in 4 months (Yeah) I'm at the top of the food chain, All of these niggas be lookin' like cold cuts She said she wanna give me some head, i hit her back swiftly tell her to go nuts (Tell her to go nuts) Told em' don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up Different color my cup I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch And none of my niggas is pussy we rush Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up Everyday different amounts Oh that's yo bitch why i'm all in her mouth? I'm all at the function she scoping me out I feel like this football we runnin' them routes We came from the north bring them packs to the south Ima Joli garçon (Joli garçon Joli garçon) I got me a bitch out in Italy After i'm done tell her Ciao I know these niggas be sick Can't get rid of me Niggas be actin' like bitches they pout I'm thinkin' bout money(Facts) Bitch f*ck all the clout I'm rollin' off X bitch i'm high as a cloud Bitch i feel like a kangaroo glock in the pouch She checkin' my stats like she was a scout I don't even know how you do it If i was you i'd kick that bitch out I'd embarrass that bitch, Send that bitch outta town Told em' don't hit my phone If you ain't talkin' bout money shut up Different color my cup I'm not using faygo i'm using a crush Way too high bitch i walk with a crutch And none of my niggas is pussy we rush Man that nigga be broke so that boy in a rut And i'm all in her throat that bih bet not throw up Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah (Soul please)
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