Fleece
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Fleece

I Love You Again۱۴۰۳۳:۰۶

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Yuh, yuh, look

I said, pull up with the, pull up with the, pull up, shits

Ayy, straight out the window, escape from my side

Tell her anything, believe all my lies

Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides

Nothin' but finesse in my vibes

Niggas steady talkin' like they made me so rich

I put fleece on my clothes, I got grease on my wrist

Fresh white ones, ain't no crease on them shits

Ain't no rink in my clothes, I got geese on my dick

Treat a duck like a duck, show no love to that bitch

If it's up, then it's up, leave you stuck in that bitch

Headed to the money in a rush to the shit

Nigga make a buck like a

Nigga make a buck Like a

Big stick, chillin', shit like 5'2

Wanna fuck with a nigga, send the eyes through

Treat my side like my main, tell her lies too

Got a problem, ain't no problem, send the guys through

Nigga rush a check like Kalashnikov

Bitch ain't suckin', that shit piss me off (that shit make me mad)

Entitled ass pussy, throw a nigga off

Nigga make a buck like a

Nigga make a buck like a

Straight out the window, escape from my side

Tell her anything, believe all my lies

Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides

Nothin' but finesse in my vibes

Straight out the window, escape from my side

Tell her anything, believe all my lies

Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides

Nothin' but finesse in my vibes

Niggas steady talkin' like they made Reaz, Reaz

Grew up in it, homie six, leavin' niggas six deep yuh

I was in a bucket, still thuggin' niggas sleep

Push it in the lane like a nigga 6'3

Big stick, chillin', graveyard diggin'

Wrist greased up, light it like a prism

Feed a skeez, DNA, catch it like a villain

I can't say I made it till a nigga make a million

Seven figure nigga, make the digit last

Do a donut in the bucket, smell the rubber drag

Fuck an op, make him suffer like a succotash

Hit it good, doze off, then we run it back

Ghetto nigga lost, throw it in her shorts

Wait, don't stop suckin', that shit piss me off

Look a leechin' ass brodie, throw a nigga off

Nigga make a buck like a nigga make a buck like a

Straight out the window, escape from my side

Tell her anything, believe all my lies

Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides

Nothin' but finesse in my vibes

Straight out the window, escape from my side

Tell her anything, believe all my lies

Young ghetto nigga, I put fleece on my rides

Nothin' but finesse in my vibes