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bipolar - ily loncey lyrics

[intro]
oh
i got that bag can’t f*ck with saint hoes
i got that bag can’t f*ck with saint hoes

[chorus]
and if i catch you in my sight you gon get split up
lights coming in like 4th july y’all gon get lit u
i got that bag can’t f*ck with saint hoes
b*tches on my bankroll
leave you in that d*mn floor
be at places where u can’t go
i got these diamonds on my neck that sh*t bipolar
we running in and out your crib until it’s over
i smoke on gas i love that za am off that doja
these bullets sending him to god that boy a poser

[verse]
up that little stick i shootout all about six
hit his ligaments
b*tch i hop out of that cut when i come through you can’t just fill him in
yeah put your pants on get the f*ck off my d*ck your grave am p*ssing in
yeah b*tch that stats wrong i make more money than your friends my bank be listening
bands in my bag b*tch i spend it all at saks oh
i got accountants telling mе like where thе racks go
hoes going out sad b*tch am bringing all the bags home
i love these women but some b*tches get attached though
[break]
oh
i got that bag can’t f*ck with saint hoes
i got that bag can’t f*ck with saint hoes

[verse]
up that little stick i shootout all about six
hit his ligaments
b*tch i hop out of that cut when i come through you can’t just fill him in
yeah put your pants on get the f*ck off my d*ck your grave am p*ssing in
yeah b*tch that stats wrong i make more money than your friends my bank be listening
bands in my bag b*tch i spend it all at saks oh
i got accountants telling me like where the racks go
hoes going out sad b*tch am bringing all the bags home
i love these women but some b*tches get attached though

- ily loncey lyrics

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