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Bout To Leave

by Guzzo

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Running up these bands I geh bands in my jeans Fans round the world I geh fans wha you mean Yeah she try take a picture before I leave Yeah shawty yeah she f*** with the team I can't f*** with shawty cause her ex be trying to breed I don't want no drama girl don't bring that shit to me She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave I don't give a f*** if that's your n*** shawty If he running up I pull the trigger shawty It ain't nothing in the field to go and catch a body Clap that n**** do-do-do then we throw a party When I'm off the meds I be out my body I don't got no dread blowing O's like Marley I don't spare nobody make the sky get foggy Crash the Maserati just to do a kamikaze F**** up this money I don't need sex Hit her from the back go grab a Kleenex I grab her hair and grab her waist And buss right on her face Running down this money watch I sliding off the base Running up these bands I geh bands in my jeans Fans round the world I geh fans wha you mean (Wha you mean) Yeah she try take a picture before I leave (Pic of who) Yeah shawty yeah she f*** with the team I can't f*** with shawty cause her ex be trying to breed (Tryna breed) I don't want no drama girl don't bring that shit to me (No) She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave I just hit the jeweler and leave with another piece Remember I was hungry so that turned me to a beast Now I eat eat like I sitting at the feast 50 In the 40 that put you with the deceased I spend money everyday but my roll don't deplete All I know is win shorty I can't take defeat You could catch me on the field stepping in my cleats You could catch me counting bands yeah my roll on fleek I got rubber bands rubber bands bussing my jeans I make so much money that it coming out my seams I got so much drugs that would turn you to a Fein I got so much shooters yeah them shooters throw you een Running up these bands I geh bands in my jeans Fans round the world I geh fans wha you mean Yeah she try take a picture before I leave Yeah shawty yeah she f*** with the team I can't f*** with shawty cause her ex be trying to breed I don't want no drama girl don't bring that shit to me She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave She tell me don't worry cause her boyfriend bout to leave

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