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lirik lagu honest – nobodyk

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[chorus]
i get bags, send that hoe
i count cash out the road
never lack, keep a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i get cash, never fold
too much swag, overload
i do math, honor roll
(yeah, yeah)
she booking, got bad vibes with me
baby you still look me in my eyes when you lie to me
love i had for you, it’s just done, and you still cryin’ to me
i ain’t mad but it just died to me, okay
[verse 1]
i get high like an astronaut, i get fly with the birds
and i’m hoppin’ in the whip, it’s rippin’ off the curb
i don’t give a d*mn what you said, i don’t care ’bout what you heard
and these n*ggas keep playin’, it’s gon’ get a n*gga hurt
rockin’ bags for thе low
stealin’ swag, taking flows
i get cash, silly hoe
who wе did? they don’t know
it’s a ton of [?] on my soul
she act up, i’ma let her go
name a n*gga that’ll do it for you, just be honest
name a n*gga that’ll shoot it for you, just be honest, yeah
name a n*gga that’ll prove it for you, just be honest
i’m the n*gga that’ll do it for you, i’ma be honest, yeah (woo)

[chorus]
i get bags, send that hoe
i count cash out the road
never lack, keep a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i get cash, never fold
too much swag, overload
i do math, honor roll
(yeah, yeah)
she booking, got bad vibes with me
baby you still look me in my eyes when you lie to me
love i had for you, it’s just done, and you still cryin’ to me
i ain’t mad but it just died to me, okay
[verse 2]
walk up in that spot, money hungry, i got money on me
she gon’ get on top, and she ride, hop on like a bunny
no i cannot stop, n*ggas mad, turn nothing into sum
straight from the g to the a, n*ggas hate, cause i’m doin’ sum
all these n*ggas hate, cause i’m livin’ the way i live
i just let ’em hate, cause it is whatever it is
n*ggas be so fake, telling lies, they telling these fill
i’m tryna get rich, and get my sister a house on the hill
i done took his hoe, now he acting like i’m in a roll
all white like the pope, ’boutta get my chick a brand new coat
jets i get to fly, walkin’ in, the crib clean like some soap
no i never lack, keep a gl!ck on me, it make you float

[chorus]
i get bags, send that hoe
i count cash out the road
never lack, keep a pole (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i get cash, never fold
too much swag, overload
i do math, honor roll
(yeah, yeah)
she booking, got bad vibes with me
baby you still look me in my eyes when you lie to me
love i had for you, it’s just done, and you still cryin’ to me
i ain’t mad but it just died to me, okay (okay, okay, okay)

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