The Lot
BabyRinn
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I just gotta call from the doc They said I'm too cold need shots Big bills falling out my pocket I just did gig at the spot Lil crib stup big locks I just did it big bigger rock Lookin at watch weed socks Dripin so wet I need mops 18 killin no drops Lil crib stup big locks I just gotta call from the lot I got call from the lot They say pull up got you spot I am so cold I am hot My Ex on line told her stop I don't time for these hoes I got me Hunnits need mo I pop out and pull off im ghost Say gimme that money you owe I don't wanna talk ain't no digits I'm busy stuck countin my millions You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin No friendship no love ain't no snitchin I wished I prayed my Benjis You say you for me but you trickin you down on knees for a mention I did all this shit ain't no fiction I just gotta call from the doc They Said I'm too cold need shots Big bills falling out my pocket I just did gig at the spot Lil crib stup big locks I just did it big bigger rock Lookin at watch weed socks Dripin so wet I need mops 18 killin no drops Lil crib stup big locks I just gotta call from the lot I just gotta call from the doc They Said I'm too cold need shots Big bills falling out my pocket I just did gig at the spot Lil crib stup big locks I just did it big bigger rock Lookin at watch weed socks Dripin so wet I need mops 18 killin no drops Lil crib stup big locks I just gotta call from the lot Yo girl look me up what you think You talkin Toyota I talk rafe Get out my face if u ain't bout that bank Got on 2 watch's I still come in late I don't wanna talk ain't no digits I'm busy stuck countin my millions You talkin you sneakin you dissin you trippin No friendship no love ain't no snitchin I wished I prayed my Benjis You say you for me but you trickin you down on knees for a mention I did all this shit ain't no fiction I had to get away from the 4 stay humble never rich never poor When they see take off gotta go Never sleep, never slump, never slow Swear to god imma get it out the door Heard cousin layed down I don't know Get my granny out the trenches gotta go I don't got no time I don't know I don't know what to do And I got the call and who knew The the lot was was setup Came out wit choppers and burrets 3 cars and they came in black sweaters I don't know what to do The setup or cane out the blue I gotta go gotta move I gotta go gotta prove I'm better then what I'm used too I just gotta call from the lot
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Written by: BabyRinn, Arthur Minix, Corinne Williams
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