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lirik lagu cant hang wit us – ​ohsmithhh

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[verse 1]
kick down yo door, fasho yo ass gettin’ hoed
fasho yo b*tch gettin’ hoed, yo b*tch gettin’ trolled
paid when i talk, so i can never go broke
yeah you f*ckin’ wit me so you f*ckin’ wit twin
you f*ckin’ wit twin so you f*ckin’ wit team
i know some real hitters, servin’ them fiends
gave em’ that cough syrup, called that sh*t lean
bank account fat, it won’t stop eating
she thought im givin’, b*tch im just receiving
movin’ conniving, sometimes deceiving

[chorus]
but f*ck all of that, i want my chains hangin’
i want my car fast, i want my beats bangin’
don’t give a f*ck if i never get famous
but we already famous, b*tch you can’t even hang wit us
oxyoxy, b*tch this sh*t is up
f*ck all that net talk, i can’t even hang with ya
he wantin’ that danger yeah, i just want ranges yeah
im gettin’ high b*tch, i cannot speak to ya

[verse 2]
i can’t be hangin round no camera k!lla’s
michael jackson, im a thriller, dior bag, its a chiller
saks fifth, top to bottom, you got some problems, lets solve em’
yeah look at my fits b*tch, you closest to all them
f*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up gang
step in the room b*tch, they know my name
masked up, my people be lookin’ like bane
stacked up, my people we all is the same
i just might like her cuz she give good brain
don’t need yo sh*t, i got enough pape
f*ck did i tell you?, get the f*ck out my face
talk to me when you got a fast car to race
talk to me when you got money on pace
talk all that sh*t, oh you just gon’ hate?
sit on yo ass, p*ssy run up a plate
you ain’t get sh*t tho, im charging a rate
i got like 2*4*6*8, pour me a 2*4*6*8
im gettin’ high overstate, i get to high im like wait
i get to high, tell her wait
yeah my pockets more than great, yeah my fits more than best
told em’ “whats up from the west”
smokin’ on pressure, this shi go straight to my head
woke up and she in my bed, swear this sh*t gon’ leave me dead
my pockets go fed, im leanin’ off red
im dreamin’ for bread, im dreamin’ for meds
[chorus]
but f*ck all of that, i want my chains hangin’
i want my car fast, i want my beats bangin’
don’t give a f*ck if i never get famous
but we already famous, b*tch you can’t even hang wit us
oxyoxy, b*tch this sh*t is up
f*ck all that net talk, i can’t even hang with ya

[outro]
f*ck all that sh*t talk, im not even cool with ya
you might think so, but we not even foolin’ ya
cash out a couple checks, waitin’ on 2 of em’
you get that sh*t and you don’t know what to do with em

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