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get around - roy. & talinwya lyrics

[intro: talinwya]
payback
sh*t
ha

[chorus: talinwya]
i sh*t on my neck, it’s probably cost a thousand
i put a ho’ in [?], she out of bounds
i chop it up, flip the ho’, break around
dom over there, he get racks, bust it down
i’m like 2pac, i f*ck hoes, get around
sh*t on my wrist and fingers cost a thousand
ho’ like to shake it, b*tch love when i smack
lil’ b*tch in them timbs, these hoes love all my sound

[verse 1: talinwya]
i got some jewelry on me, walk around
i throw amiri on me, make it drown
this b*tch, it cost forty
bentley bentayga, c8 [?] on me
i dropped the bust*down, went plain for a rollie
i got some paper on me, please don’t love mе
my diamonds, they dancin’, twilight, they with cudi
she gavе me good head, i start tweakin’ and cussin’
she gave me good head, the b*tch probably got concussion
i throw a chain on my gang and my cousin
my jewelry on ten, like the shine in the public
b*tch, i get rest while the ho’ probably grumpy
i’m walkin’ out, finna [?]
i done put ten on my sandals
and i’m on ten, and my ho’ like to chase
diamonds on me like the [?]
red like i’m baker, i love all my refs, like to fill up my pants, too
i went and lost me a band, shoot
i made it back on the ‘gram, too
[chorus: talinwya]
i sh*t on my neck, it’s probably cost a thousand
i put a ho’ in [?], she out of bounds
i chop it up, flip the ho’, break around
dom over there, he get racks, bust it down
i’m like 2pac, i f*ck hoes, get around
sh*t on my wrist and fingers cost a thousand
ho’ like to shake it, b*tch love when i smack
lil’ b*tch in them timbs, these hoes love all my sound

[verse 2: roy.]
you see the motion, say, “i get around”
baddies, they come from the north and the south
switch in my pocket, i air the b*tch out
got this cartier vision, i know what i see
no, i ain’t coppin’ a plea
d*mn, it ain’t n0body flyer than me
d*mn, it ain’t no one get higher than me
and this cranberry cup, it’ll put you to sleep
and the girl to my right, her ass is twenty*thousand
my b*tch want a bag, we get right in the sheets
airbnb, she don’t care how i found it
i know she want a good view of the beach
j*panese denim, my pockets unique
i like ’em thick, no, i can’t do petite
trip to paris, we ain’t spendin’ a week
need first*class head in a first*class seat
need a brand new porsche with the coconut seats
d*mn, n0body flyer than me
d*mn, no one get higher than me
yeah, this b*tch on my side and she ridin’ with me

- roy talinwya lyrics

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