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lirik lagu cabo – abk jt

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah i got a b*tch out in cabo , draped her in fendi
yeah, yeah, uh, i’m pressure n*gga

[verse 1]
tryna’ move on from the streets, but they keep chasin me
all my love ones gone to heaven , seem like to place to be
remember days when i was broke, can’t get to a*z
now i got like 15 hoes out here be chasin me
money is the motivate, i know it, i know it
got a lot of pain in my heart, but i don’t nеver show it
plenty times i wanna quit, plеnty times thought i was hit
plenty times i lost focus, i was focusin’ on the b*tch
plenty times n*ggas tried to clown me when they were knowin’ that i was it
i put a rolley on my wrist, they know i’m chosen, i’m so lit
i’m the type to set up my man just like a motherf*ckin’ pick
i’m they type to keep it humble, cause i really came for sh*t

[chorus]
i get a b*tch out in cabo , drape her in fendi
and i ain’t trippin’ bout these hoes, cause i got plenty
and i see these n*ggas hatin’ these n*ggas, tryna’ envy me
but i don’t see it cause i keep my phone in dnd
and i got like 20 b*tches on me in a b&b
these n*ggas play rock out with stick just like we p&b
baby, she been trippin’, on me, tell me what you see in me
yeah, i came from gamblin’, now i’m tryna’ be on bet
[verse 2]
grinding’ hard, just to shine, i bought a rolley, it my time
my b*tch might get a ticket because she fine, fine, fine
straighten her up, but she out of line, miss all the bros that died
i’ll go and sell some bags, i don’t give a f*ck about these rhymes
i got a plug, out in cabo, i got b*tches out there too
jt, that my twin, we takin’ hoes down by the two
my b*tch said she like bottega, had to go buy her a few
i was seein’ red, i ain’t see green, this sh*t came up out the blue

[pre chorus]
thank god they gave me a chance, i done finally won
i ain’t burn my elbow, but i’m walkin’ around with these firearms
i was just sellin’ these exotic bags, now i’m sellin’ songs
can fly a b*tch out to cabo, if she a real

[chorus]
i get a b*tch out in cabo , drape her in fendi
and i ain’t trippin’ bout these hoes, cause i got plenty
and i see these n*ggas hatin’ these n*ggas, tryna’ envy me
but i don’t see it cause i keep my phone in dnd
and i got like 20 b*tches on me in a b&b
these n*ggas play rock out with stick just like we p&b
baby, she been trippin’, on me, tell me what you see in me
yeah, i came from gamblin’, now i’m tryna’ be on bet
[verse 3]
yeah, and i can’t ride without that stick, that just that g in me
n*ggas try to play around with this sh*t, and he gon’ be deceased
young n*gga so litty, i got hoes been tryna freak on me
i can f*ck a new b*tch everyday, this sh*t ain’t none to me
wake up i’m sippin wockhardt, still watchin’ out for cop cars
zy so traumatized, where he go , he grip that glock hard
i told bro to chill everyday, know sh*t gon’ work out
no, i cannot take her on no date, no we can’t go out

[pre chorus]
real p, groupie of b*tches wanna f*ck
cause bloe put chains on me
these n*ggas don’t wanna see me
win they wanna rain on me, i know these n*ggas wanna stop my shine
but i can’t let em’, got my foot on n*ggas neck and i can’t let em

- abk jt

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