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LIONAIRE - Climbs
by LIONAIRE
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[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
[Verse 1]
I know a hunnid hoes actin' like they know me (yeah)
My mom always told me treat 'em like a trophy (yeah)
Leave 'em in the living room for decor only (yeah)
Keep 'em shinin' in the sun like my Rolly (yeah)
Like my Rolly (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last year I had a hunnid haters
They was frontin' on me, I was on the growl
All my bitches, they independent
Lookin' like they didn't know what I'm about
Drugs around my pocket
Yeah, niggas smokin' that reafer
Met a new chick in the club
She wanna be my receiver
[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
[Verse 2]
Rollin' go to city with a bunch of 50s
Actin' like for cops I got weed with me
Smoking on some dope on my balcony
While you all niggas get into bankruptcy
I got drugs, I got drugs in my bando
I got bri-bricks packed up in my benzo
I got chi-chicks dancin' for dineros
Kill that pussy, drill that bitch, I'm a weirdo
A hunnid niggas wanna catch me
A hunnid niggas wanna murd' me
A hunnid niggas wanna pull up on me
'Cause they know the nigga do exactly what they want
Tryna cash a hype from a real nigga
They try to steal the vibe from a real spitter
[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
[Verse 1]
I know a hunnid hoes actin' like they know me (yeah)
My mom always told me treat 'em like a trophy (yeah)
Leave 'em in the living room for decor only (yeah)
Keep 'em shinin' in the sun like my Rolly (yeah)
Like my Rolly (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Last year I had a hunnid haters
They was frontin' on me, I was on the growl
All my bitches, they independent
Lookin' like they didn't know what I'm about
Drugs around my pocket
Yeah, niggas smokin' that reafer
Met a new chick in the club
She wanna be my receiver
[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
[Verse 2]
Rollin' go to city with a bunch of 50s
Actin' like for cops I got weed with me
Smoking on some dope on my balcony
While you all niggas get into bankruptcy
I got drugs, I got drugs in my bando
I got bri-bricks packed up in my benzo
I got chi-chicks dancin' for dineros
Kill that pussy, drill that bitch, I'm a weirdo
A hunnid niggas wanna catch me
A hunnid niggas wanna murd' me
A hunnid niggas wanna pull up on me
'Cause they know the nigga do exactly what they want
Tryna cash a hype from a real nigga
They try to steal the vibe from a real spitter
[Hook]
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's that third row
All these bitches with me, they do smoke loud
Used to be broke, now we cashed out
Crown on me, gold chains hanging out
Ride with my niggas, yeah, we good now
Fuckin' up the check, it's the third row
Don't holla at me when you got shot down
