Lombardi Party
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I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi tho I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi tho Have em drippin in Coogi tho BR like I’m Boosie Oh Stacking paper like its loose leaf Yo Big double cup hella ice ima po Can’t f*ck with no swine can’t f*ck with no po Can’t shop with me if yo taste is poor I sell exotic to all you lil' whores Twenty years in Still running like Gore Tell her shut up cause that topic a bore I just heard my nigga snore Why we keep saucing in Christian Dior She got so much ass ima call her Eeyore She break her back then I call her Igor I’m Willie Mcginest you Richard Seymour Take my stock up just so we can see more BR so it’s Shoutout B-Moore We make plays ain’t no making detours State to state we want every reward Gotta give thanks to lord Cause he make sure my word is my sword I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi tho I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi though Dripping in Gucci though She dripping in Gucci though Hate to see it but you love it Jay mar always up to something Bake the cake I get the onion In my bag just like a Funyun I got a lot of it Problems I’m fond of it Money gon holler bitch I done ‘bout lost my shit Now I’m just getting the bread She wanna mess with my head Don’t have to repeat what I said I gotta lie in my bed Have yo hoe give me some head Skirt off I’m leaving some tread I gotta get to the next I am not leaving a text Pack smoking strong gotta flex Stay in the mix gotta flex I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi tho I got too lit Then I fell over got too sick Yea I hear them words you don’t do shit You speaking in terd don’t give two shits I do not f*ck wit no loose lips How much on the dash it say two six oh Man see I got some boujee hoes Have em drippin in Coogi tho
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Written by: Jamarius Dozier, Jordan Franklin
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