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since a minor - luh tyler lyrics

[intro]
gang, n*gga
yeah, ayy, skii
(can you forgive me?)
skii, skii
ayy, ayy, yeah

[chorus]
had grown man money since a minor, n*gga
who you know f*ckin’ with me? you can’t find a n*gga (can’t find a n*gga)
put that b*tch down her knees, i ain’t even tryna hit her (ugh)
french tips and big lips, she look like kylie jenner (yeah)
bro said don’t pull up to the shop if you ain’t buyin’, n*gga
wake up and i’m sh*ttin’ on ’em without tryin’, n*gga (d*mn)
keep a lot of pretty women, i like fine b*tches (on god)
hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me

[verse]
money, that’s the only thing that’s on my mind, really (ch*ching)
f*ck a money counter, count that sh*t up with my thumbs, silly
lil’ b*tch like, “i can’t believe tylеr said he done with me” (d*mn)
i’m goin’ ‘tardеd, countin’ stupid blues, countin’ dumb fifties
i’m her favorite artist, bad b*tch gon’ let me paint her face (ugh)
nah, this ain’t a race but if it was, i’d be in first place (on god)
fell in love with that bag when i got my first taste (d*mn)
you waited months for that cat, i hit her the first date (lil’ b*tch)
took a good girl, do her the worst way (on god)
b*tch, this rappin’ is my job, i wake up, put in work, bae (put in work, bae)
i don’t entertain the bullsh*t they say
on the fam, i cannot never change ’cause that’s what made me (that’s what made me)
lil’ b*tch, no, i ain’t a game, no you can’t… (nah, nah)
lil’ b*tch, i am not a game, no, you can’t play me (f*ckin’ play me)
young n*gga doin’ his thing, look at mama’s baby (mama’s baby)
yeah, ayy (mama’s baby)
made a bag then spent a bag, i’m treatin’ this sh*t like it ain’t sh*t
why is that your baby daddy? that lil’ n*gga ain’t even rich
they don’t need no ass shots or bbl, my b*tches thick
diamonds on me dancin’, it’s like fight night, them b*tches hittin’
told you n*ggas, b*tch, this my year and i ain’t even kiddin’ (on god)
i might treat my b*tches like a dog, but i still get the kitty (meow)
told that b*tch just ’cause i’m ballin’ don’t mean that i’m trickin’
walk inside the booth and i cook up like i’m in the f*ckin’ kitchen (n*gga)
[chorus]
had grown man money since a minor, n*gga (on god)
who you know f*ckin’ with me? you can’t find a n*gga (who the f*ck?)
put that b*tch down her knees, i ain’t even tryna hit her (ugh)
french tips and big lips, she look like kylie jenner (yeah)
bro said don’t pull up to the shop if you ain’t buyin’, n*gga (yeah)
wake up and i’m sh*ttin’ on ’em without tryin’, n*gga (ugh)
keep a lot of pretty women, i like fine b*tches (i like fine b*tches)
hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me (shine with me, n*gga)

[outro]
hit the jeweler and i bought… yeah, ayy
hit the jeweler, bought my dog a chain so he can shine with me
we all gon’ shine, on god, n*gga
skii

- luh tyler lyrics

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