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Troy Lux
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Vibe, check I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want) Style, check Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt) I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up Why I wanna work all week Been up I ain't got no sleep Everyday seem long as hell Pour up while I sip that klink I got no control of my actions I seen green now I'm taxing F*ck out my face what you asking Told em give me five like Jackson They not on the shit that I'm on Valet the keys put ya needs under my own My niggas keep heat like Spyro Yeah we cut hoes off like lipo They wanna know what I do See the flash wherever I go They can't drip like I tell em catch this tide I did all this shit on my own I ain't really conversatin Less these niggas compensating High fash got me circulating So clean and I know they hating Spend cheese for the confirmation Let's spend time away yuh This shit gone drive me crazy What ya need I got it baby I want that Rollie bust down Yeah I'm finna touch down Might just hit up Cape Town Walk in the shit get shutdown I'm the one they hunt down From the H I come down Got them paps at every corner I'm the one run down Vibe, check I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want) Style, check Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt) I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up I'm out for the ni-ight Ying yang make that thang say ay-ay uh I aint got the ti-ime Tryna get my piece of the pie-ie uh They ain't styling like I-I No Harry but these niggas on a fine line uh Mix ginger with the rye-eye Can't see me they ain't getting no insight Play tape with the highlight I'm balling on niggas like Larry (Larry, Larry) Niggas tryna come up on my blindside might catch the photo on getty (Getty, getty) I just wanna chill like klondike Luxy might be in yo city (City, city) Like every other week got somebody new saying they wanna go steady I'm an anomaly These niggas is tired of me Put me in the finest cloths and jewels if you proud of me They greener than broccoli Ain't a nigga topping me Niggas talking reckless tell em to renew they policies I mean they still taking shots must be Cupid I'm out in London stepping out all of that new shit On they necks ain't got O2 that shit exclusive It is my space we different pages get a clue bitch Vibe, check I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want) Style, check Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt) I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up I got my mind made up I just need my space yuh Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines Why not lay up
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