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lirik lagu love from serbia – prota

ain’t got no time for these b*tches/
i’m tryna make doe for my n*ggas/
i went to the sto on a hoe like my daddy i told her be back in a minute/
i been out here just stacking my pennies you funny ass n*ggas you act like you renny/
n*ggas know on my team we be winning/
smoking dope cause they love when i’m grinning

i got hoes from cali to venice/
you would think i’m in pimpin olympics/
you think from my music i’m simping and n*gga you right but it’s from plenty women/
i like my hoes smart and ambitious/
suck my d*ck while i’m cleaning the dishes/
f*ck her good then add 9 to that 60/
what i mean when i say 50 50/
up in houston with b*tches like whitney that see me as coke and they can’t wait to sniff me/
i got talent you n*ggas ain’t sniffing and like wale said i was born to be gifted/
never pay her for sh*t we just smoke and i f*ck her she know that i’m ghetto and thrifty/
she know i get fed up with n*ggas that flex try to diss like they hoe won’t go missing

but f*cking with b*tches too risky i get off the whiskey and look at my b*tch like she tika on mixed*ish/
look at my b*tch like she zoey on grown*ish and mixed with ms. kravitz these lyrics so average i wrote this while smoking on dope cooking cabbage/
a hamilton flow boy i can not let go got my hands on her throat got my mattress all soaked i just flipped that sh*t over my red rover told that b*tch to come over

locomotive with the drive/
local motives to get high/
local homies they just tryna get by/
i’m tryna get doe disappear from yo eye/
i’m tryna stack bricks funding my enterprise/
and every new b*tch look at me like a prize/
i know i f*ck up why you look so surprised/
don’t ever put me on no pedestal
get you high girl this d*ck like an edible/
this ain’t sh*t from no plug this that medical/
switch up flows boy you know i got several sever a n*gga for all of that faking i can’t understand them hoe ways you ain’t legible/
say you gangsta i heard that ain’t credible/
i’m a blood with degrees that’s irreparable/
in all red like i’m mr. incredible boy you ain’t special in fact boy you terrible i get around like a merry go how the f*ck i made it out boy that sh*t is a miracle benching 230 to big up my physical

tryna raise up my fiscal/
go to get it boy i feel like sisqo/
you don’t get it always knew i was meant too/
be that n*gga piccolo with the senzu/
perfect picture picasso with the pencil/
n*ggas copy that ain’t you that’s a stencil/
f*ck a n*gga you don’t know what i been through/
no new friends i can’t trust who dun sent you/
dust a n*gga then i come back and rinse you/
country n*gga tell me k!ll it i’m fent to/
gotta get it need that money when rent due/
n*gga grown all that beef can’t get into

and like it i’m well done/
and my boy need a bail bond/
from a place give a f*ck bout yo age if he wanna gun we gon make sure we get one/
tell that n*gga go get him one/
and he can’t wait to raise it at anyone/
you would think that that gun was his first son and it’s first come first served n*gga shoot a couple rounds and then they swerve n*gga keep yo head on a swivel/
they hungry as f*ck need a nibble/
these baby ass thugs need a nipple/
to calm they ass down cause they wired up put some dope in a back wood and fye it up when they die we just put our d*mn lighters up from a place where they can’t wait to light up take yo chain and yo life but it’s not enough
n*gga i’m tired as f*ck/
cause no matter how much i can’t write enough/
boy i’m sitting albums that fye as f*ck/
boy i’m hot n*ggas know i’m gon fry em up/
shooting back at them n*ggas i’ve cried enough/
regulate prota g and then mount em up/
my n*ggas they know me they hyping up/
don’t let them lil likes you got gas you up

- prota

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