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lirik lagu 19 – flo milli

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[chorus]
man, you b*tches ain’t built like me (no)
i got rich at the age of nineteen (i got money)
they chasin’ d*ck while i’m chasin’ my dreams (haha)
i walk in the room, they get low self esteem (they mad)
when it come to a n*gga, that’s somethin’ i don’t need (no)
if i catch him cheatin’ on me, i gotta leave (i don’t need him)
them second chances ain’t never been my thing (haha, haha)
got these n*ggas hooked like a drug to a fiend (come and get some more)

[verse 1]
i know they gon’ listen whenever i speak (haha)
i ain’t nothin’ nice, they be callin’ me mean (hahaha)
n*ggas wanna cuff when i walk on the scene (he want it)
i feel like a stove, ain’t no ho touchin’ me
when i walk down rodeo, i cop what i see (haha)
that b*tch pockets a joke, it ain’t funny to me (hahaha)
i say whatever i please (yeah)
they ain’t gon’ meet me in the street (yeah)
they just hop on their keyboard and tweet
ho, i’m makin’ money with my eyes closed
that b*tch thinkin’ she tough but i’m psycho
i just moved out my city (he want me), my pockets got filthy (haha)
now b*tches that doubted me mind blown
we ain’t beefin’ if it ain’t ’bout a check
i could never sweat him like the weave in my head
i know they sick, got they stomach upset (you gotta go)
they didn’t listen when i said i was next
[chorus]
man, you b*tches ain’t built like me (no)
i got rich at the age of nineteen (i got money)
they chasin’ d*ck while i’m chasin’ my dreams (haha)
i walk in the room, they get low self esteem (they mad)
when it come to a n*gga, that’s somethin’ i don’t need (no)
if i catch him cheatin’ on me, i gotta leave (i don’t need him)
them second chances ain’t never been my thing (haha, haha)
got these n*ggas hooked like a drug to a fiend

[verse 2]
i’m a boss so it cost just to talk to me (yeah)
got a yellow b*tch with me, we bumblebee (we rollin’)
she ridin’ down l.a while i roll the weed (yeah, yeah)
all you hoes is under me, you crumbling
i can tell she ain’t ’bout it ’cause she mumbling (haha)
if a ho run up, you know i ain’t fumbling
i like to blow a kiss (mwah) at every stare
these hoes be hatin’, i really don’t care
catch a bag, get my money and dip
f*ck a n*gga, he can’t get with this cl*t
i’m too hard to get, n*ggas can’t get a grip
they knew i was poppin’ since i was a jit
got ninety*nine problems, yo’ n*gga ain’t it
i drip in off*white, i keep coke on my wrist
chanel bag and these louis my kicks
i hop out the porsche, b*tch, the mac in the whip
[chorus]
man, you b*tches ain’t built like me (no)
i got rich at the age of nineteen (i got money)
they chasin’ d*ck while i’m chasin’ my dreams (haha)
i walk in the room, they get low self esteem (they mad)
when it come to a n*gga, that’s somethin’ i don’t need (no)
if i catch him cheatin’ on me, i gotta leave (i don’t need him)
them second chances ain’t never been my thing (haha, haha)
got these n*ggas hooked like a drug to a fiend (drug to a fiend)