Lyrics:
They say you grow in your 20's
You become who you're meant to be
And you see who you're meant to leave (yeah)
They say you learn in your 20's
That
Sticky icky 2 fifties five 20’s hundreds blue bitties Aye
Sticky Icky head to dispensary, sativa hybrid indy we litty
Sticky icky she wet she
Yung nigga go and get it. Dollaz 5s 10s 20s 50s 100s run it up into a million. Keep goin don't stop don't quit. Yung nigga go and get it. All
no kitty like uh
Watch wrist rock no milly
Roll a three five blunt of dat Gary
So pretty
Need tens need 20s and need hunnids
Need 50s
Fendi umbrella
from the trenches
Never saw Beamers and Bentley's
Regal's
Impala's
On 20s
Got out my feelings
I swear it ain't no better feeling
When you can stack it
me before I stain those,
Nina stay close,
Ain’t got no close friends, I want 20’s 50’s 100’s I don’t hold 10’s,
Ain’t talkin money money money you make
HUSTLE
I WAS BORN WIT HUSTLE
Niggas giving up that bag like they owe me sumin ima keep on thumpin 20s 50s 100s
I WAS BORN WIT HUSTLE
I WAS BORN WIT HUSTLE
fat
Real facts
I used to trap in the city
I used to trap in the city
Moving them 20's for 50
For the money getting gritty
Them Pretty honey's showing
& if you want some dick then you better come & suck it
Boy to a man, Confuzion who I be
Now I'm in my 20s no xmas tree, yeah
Confuzion who I be now I'm
to myself and let go of all my toxic ways
Do anything for check, Gotta go get me some money
How much you willing bet, 20's or 50's or hunnids
I want the chain
Give me the check
Give me the text
Let my body rest
Tell that bitch to chill down
I don't need no sex
I like 20s too
But I wanna my 100 new
And my
get old I hope his heart stays big and never grows cold
And he remembers every trip to Bryant denny and still his mommas little boy in his 20's
I hope
is for sho
Tami like 18
But that is to close
I like all my women
In 20s and grown
Ruby can get it
Might talk about Rose
Mix Tycora with quando
We
Green 20's
Pink 50's
Blue Benji hunnid bill
Tried to stop but I can't
Think trapping is my skill
Tried to up the fucking score
We blocked it he got
cards right and watch out for my fam
So i got ham run up the bands
So many 20's you think it was spam
Bitch I need money no chip in my hand
This shit
and well, it's changed"
I'll miss you like the last cigarette of my 20's
You're bittersweet but killing me
I swear it's true
But I'll be god dammed if I can't
Get the 20's put all of them in
Told you guys its drip or drown
But my drip you keep on drowning within
This is the drip you guys drowning within
Prince
Throw it on them titties, throw it on that ass
Give a fuck about a hater
Cause we blowin on Jamaica
Throw a grand on her
I got 10’s 20’s 50’s
Blow
Don’t mean to rub it in
I Knew one day you was gone let me fuck again
We ain’t never end
Run up a hunnid Bands
All 20s it bust out the rubber band
Go cop
and watch out for my fam
So i go ham run up the bands
So many 20's you think it was spam
Bitch I need money no chip in my hand
This shit ain't funny supply
but I want to hit it one more time
Off this pack, I’m off this pack
The pack is homegrown
You could smell it even if you wear cologne tho
Early 20’s
They do this every night
Been down and out for a while
Three years is a lot of wasted time
Oh I've forgotten what it's like
To be
Single in your 20's
Early in my 20's
And I'm lost
I've been tryna find my way
I just wonder what it cost
So I go and get some loans
Just to fund my education
So I can
Pomised myself that I'd be selfish this time around
Wasted majority of my 20's being hella down
Clouted up these lame ass hoes and regret it now
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