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at the door - prettifun lyrics

[chorus]
huh, don’t give a f*ck about sh*t anymore
need all my bread with a lil’ extra dough
n*gga got lined tryna wife that ho
it’s mr. tenfigs, but you already know
’bout to go to war, b*tch, hold my coat
out in charlotte, ’bout to throw up a show
you can pick one life right at the door, b*tch
(tec, this ho crazy)
huh, yeah, huh
they tryna figure me out but they can’t
red on the whip, but i ain’t ever k!lled
i hit up izzy to give me a gram
huh, x games mode with the ramp
uh, i turn the b*tch on like a lamp
huh, i’m f*ckin’ this sl*t ’till she damp
uh, i had it before [?] the stamp

[verse 1]
uh, you had it, you fumbled it, man
uh, n*ggas never had a plan
b*tch, i love you, why you thinkin’ i’m playin’?
i thank god you never been that man
sh*t get hard when you don’t got no fans
i’m too high in this b*tch, i won’t land
shе scared to go pop that lil’ pill
baby, you can not withdrawal off a plan
[chorus]
huh, don’t give a f*ck about sh*t anymore
need all my brеad with a lil’ extra dough
n*gga got lined tryna wife that ho
it’s mr. tenfigs, but you already know
’bout to go to war, b*tch, hold my coat
out in charlotte, ’bout to throw up a show
you can pick one life right at the door, b*tch
huh, yeah, huh
they tryna figure me out but they can’t
red on the whip, but i ain’t ever k!lled
i hit up izzy to give me a gram
huh, x games mode with the ramp
uh, i turn the b*tch on like a lamp
huh, i’m f*ckin’ this sl*t ’till she damp
uh, i had it before [?] the stamp

[verse 2]
huh, b*tch, huh, yeah, huh
i’m tryna get n*gga rich
huh, i’m tryna get my n*ggas rich
i’m the one, not the fourth or the fifth
or the two, or the three, i don’t miss, huh
she suckin’ my sh*t like a tick, i might need me some razors to get her off my d*ck
you know that i’ma liar, lil’ hoe, so why you believe me when i go and promise sh*t?
i know that n*ggas wan’ shoot me, i heard ’bout the hate but i swear it’s not prominent
took tequila tonight, lucky i’m drunk as h*ll, i can’t even f*ck this b*tch
huh, n*ggas so fruity, you talk ’bout beats, i assume you like to taste the d*ck
everybody got p*ssy, they get hit
[chorus]
huh, don’t give a f*ck about sh*t anymore
need all my bread with a lil’ extra dough
n*gga got lined tryna wife that ho
it’s mr. tenfigs, but you already know
’bout to go to war, b*tch, hold my coat
out in charlotte, ’bout to throw up a show
you can pick one life right at the door, b*tch
huh, yeah, huh
they tryna figure me out but they can’t
red on the whip, but i ain’t ever k!lled
i hit up izzy to give me a gram
huh, x games mode with the ramp
uh, i turn the b*tch on like a lamp
huh, i’m f*ckin’ this sl*t ’till she damp
uh, i had it before [?] the stamp

- prettifun lyrics

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