TITTY BOY
Leeky Bandz
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We might as well Just rub it all in they faces Come on Sipping on perignon Sipping on perignon Sipping on perignon Hold on Yeah we independent too boy Don't ask me how I got these two chainz dope sells itself She said baby Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth Haha I look good Don't ask me How I got these two chainz Dope sells itself Haha She said leeky Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth Go Goat talk I mix my pain up with adlibs I seen number one Draft picks turn savage Just think of all the things That could have happened You broke a couple bones It's niggas that don't have legs Running to the money On my last breath Come on Shooters caught up With your honey On her last shift At least I line the money up Like bagged chips My cash flip Touching more paper Than cashiers Don't ask me How I got these two chainz Dope sells itself Come on She said leeky Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth I look good Don't ask me how I got These two chainz Dope sells itself I feel good She said baby Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth I look gorgeous We here baby You know what's up Live and direct We live in action Ou you might as well Back out all the cameras You can while you got us Haha we ain't here for long No we do not plan to stay For that long Yeah we going to come in here Get the bag And get the f*ck out of there You already know what's up Yeahh Who you is You ain't some kind of saint Living by the day Moving birds Got my dawg Locked in to Pelican Bay Uzi by the safe That's just for niggas Trying to come take I'm not the game to play My Rolex glisten off Right in your face Opp got away Niggas get luckier By the day Tryna buy the wraith With a new house So my daughter can play Probably by the lake Or in the woods But not in LA Tired niggas asking if I'm good And I say I'm okay Leeky not okay Hard to maintain A smile on the face Choppa with the laser Hindu opps dot on the face Mozzy rap the eighth Or I can sell it For five grand a plate The f*ck you think this is Never running out of zips Like I didn't pack The mailman and give him A bag for every shipment Nigga bag to big We had to bench press Figures If rappers wasn't so pussy I would have been Pressed niggas Too easy to pull the trigger With my index finger My flow like cocaine Or dope going in your veins Tried to shoot at the boy With no aim Your self proclaimed Playing low range Not doing a thing Wag-wan to my niggas That's in the bing Shooter make it rain All you seen Was bullets hitting trees Knocking down the leaves Put a IG model on her knees Than I make her leave I remember when I turned eighteen I had a crush on Reese Now only time I crush a Fanta Is when I'm sipping lean Might as well Scrape my pots and pans Niggas still in deep sleep Really the king of the V Niggas ain't did it like me Ah toma, I can keep going to pura manteca Please Don't ask me How I got these two chainz Dope sells itself She said leeky Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth Go Don't ask me How I got these two chainz Dope sells itself I feel gorgeous She said baby Why you staring at yourself I look inside the mirror And see wealth I feel godly
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