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4 at a time - durhinnit lyrics

[intro]
four at a time (aj, what’s poppin’?)
ayo, tommi

[chorus]
binary trigger all my gl!cks, i pop two at a time
she pop three at a time, i pop four at a time (four at a time)
high fashion on all my b*tch, lose your place, you out of line
f*ck the roof, set it on fire, sippin’ hi*tech, i don’t sip wine (i don’t sip wine)
2 a.m., gettin’ fried than a b*tch, shawty tryna k!ll my vibe
kick the b*tch out, can’t decide, probably ’cause the b*tch ain’t mine (b*tch ain’t mine)
i break it down, beat the b*tch spine
.45, twin got .9, best to just keep it aligned
better stay in your place, sh*t violent

[refrain]
fa*factory rims on a b*tch, can’t ride it
lot of big racks, can’t hide it
i’ll probably f*ck up the set with a hoe and then put that lil’ b*tch in dеsigner
straight thrax, puffin’ on dro, with a sl*t all up in my business, she probably should mind it
put it on tapе with a b*tch, rewind it
stick out the box, i find it
take the drugs that the doc ain’t prescribin’

[verse 1]
take the slugs for the boy give a f*ck out
12 gauge, hit with a buckshot
paid a whole ticket for the b*tch to bring sl*ts out
all tens and they walk with they ass out
cash out, so she pass out
put the b*tch on, make her tap out
it’s a lot of place to bring the racks out
keep them members with me, no flags out
[bridge]
gl!ck with me, i’ma walking ticket
louboutin, b*tch, ’cause i step different
red bottoms, fresh to death in it
got big paper, cook meth in it
crashout sh*t, i break bad
flash out sh*t, i shake back
can’t stop this sh*t, no brake pad
kel*tec make a motherf*cker breakdance

[refrain]
fa*factory rims on a b*tch, can’t ride it
lot of big racks, can’t hide it
i’ll probably f*ck up the set with a hoe and then put that lil’ b*tch in designer
straight thrax, puffin’ on dro, with a sl*t all up in my business, she probably should mind it
put it on tape with a b*tch, rewind it
stick out the box, i find it
take the drugs that the doc ain’t prescribin’
[verse 2]
take the slugs for the boy give a f*ck out
12 gauge, hit with a buckshot
paid a whole ticket for the b*tch to bring sl*ts out
all tens and they walk with they ass out
cash out, so she pass out
put the b*tch on, make her tap out
it’s a lot of place to bring the racks out
keep them members with me, no flags out

[bridge]
pop my sh*t, i’m the coldest
20 racks, blow the sh*t like ginóbili
body, body, come show me
2018, dropped bags in toyota
twenty*one, grew older
checkin’ my back, stress heavy like boulder
sticks with me, swing the sh*t like yoda
hi*tech, another four in my soda

- durhinnit lyrics

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