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lirik lagu groovy – abby jasmine

[chorus: abby jasmine]
you ain’t used to the sh*t i’m doin’, ain’t you?
used to the way i drip
you ain’t used to them cameras flashin’, on you
used to them in your face
you’re so used to them b*tches tryna get you
all up in your feelings
you ain’t used to the sh*t i’m doin’ (no, oh)
used to the way i’m movin’

[verse 1: abby jasmine]
and i come through with the flew like “who, bought it?”
rent paid beforehand, gucci my body
he used to girls who only give brain not knowledge (ayy)
met me now, i’m in heart, phil collins (ayy, ayy, ayy)
sweat me, runnin’ for my love, while i’m drivin’, a bentley (skrr), down the boulevard in cali (yup)
drip hard, need a jetski
i don’t really kick it with no b*tches, jet li (yeah)
swaggin’ every day, i been on a flex spree
say you want a new broad but need her just like me (like me)
never give credit, b*tch i’d rather pay cash (cash)
rather get head while i’m smokin’ good gas (gas)
never switch, like my favorite lunch in the bag (yeah)
new york b*tch, he like when i’m deadass
saw me in reality, that ass still fat
you ain’t never met a b*tch like that, okay

[chorus: abby jasmine & guapdad 4000]
you ain’t used to the sh*t i’m doin’, ain’t you?
used to the way i drip
you ain’t used to them cameras flashin’, on you
used to them in your face
you’re so used to them b*tches tryna get you
all up in your feelings
you ain’t used to the sh*t i’m doin’ (yeah), oh no
used to the way i’m movin’ (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: guapdad 4000]
i can really say that i’m used to the stuff, you do when we up
like it when you doin’ it rough
i’m tryna get it all on cam, like snow on tha bluff
i want inside of your jeans, so i go in the cuff
i’m tryna beat it up like j*lo in that movie enough
i box it up like i’m movin’ with trucks
it f*ck me up, i’m not usually stuck but this time baby
sh*t, ha, got a n*gga sayin’ “oh no”
i’m not accustomed, make some adjustments (yeah, yeah)
gotta have that water, baby, row boat (yeah, yeah)
n*ggas ain’t tusslin’, rustlin’ and corrallin’
and squabbling, they comin’ in with four*four’s
bet you ain’t used to that (yeah)
no you ain’t use to cats, who ain’t usin’ cash
when them lights will flash
we gon’ use the dash, on they stupid ass (skrr, skrr)

[post*chorus]
used to the way i’m movin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah)
used to the way i drip (drip, drip, drip)

[verse 3: abby jasmine]
and i don’t lie
i can’t never compromise, with a n*gga who ain’t on my time
i like my belaire with no ice
why you tryna fight all the time? what the f*ck, you mike tyson?
lil’ tan mami but the shoes is off*white, yeah
rare little b*tch, so he really tryna wife it
you ain’t used to sh*t, like you still wearin’ diapers
i been in my bag, gettin’ chips, gettin’ wiser
you could be my n*gga, be my man, be my guyzer
you could be whatever, baby, if you love me proper
i don’t ever trip, no doctor
i know you ain’t used to the drip but don’t turn off the faucet, yeah, yeah

- abby jasmine

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