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ticket - soski lyrics

started off pockets was empty
i got on my grind now i count me a 50
shop in da mall it’s no entry
i lay my lil legs on my b*tch in givenchy
no we ain’t doin no dissin
i pop at ya man’s if he act like a sissy
drop a lil fee on the benz
i like for a week, then i’m coppin the bentley
these n*ggas goin out sad
i swear i could never go back to dem trenches
might fly her out if she bad
lil freaky b*tch bussin it down in my mentions
took a lil loss i was mad
i called up my brother got right on da business
everyday look like christmas
f*ck is forgiveness
i get u knocked off for a ticket

free cooley g out da slam
da day he get out pick еm up from da pen in dat lamb
i’m shootin da glock till it jam
da sun it’s still out when we slidе
but we don’t give a d*mn
pretty b*tch fixin her glam
dats da one be on da road when i’m bussin dem scams
i need like 50 a gram
b*tch i got dat white make ya move like yosemite sam
aye started off winter was colder
ran dat sh*t up now we ridin in rovers
i got a b*tch hold me down in kenosha
get in dat cat knock her down a like dozer
make her say so few times like doja
don’t wanna talk when i slide bend over
dis my season, adoba
come wit da check in da text don’t be talkin exposure

my b*tch she love double gs
dat sh*t p*ss her off when i say fashion nova
she wanna party all week
but i wanna trap so i told her it’s over
had to stay way from da lean
whatever got into me got in my soda
and these lil n*ggas be actin like me
cause i got da glock & da mind of a soulja

my fingers
they itchin
they itchin for dat paper
call up da plug get a pack out to vegas
b*tch i be turnt to da max like a vapor
how they be talkin and don’t even kno us
once u got more money these n*ggas be hatin
load up dat chop blue tip w the lasers
run his ass down when we ride
imma buss in dis b*tch like da head of da lakers
started off pockets was empty
i got on my grind now i count me a 50
shop in da mall it’s no entry
i lay my lil legs on my b*tch in givenchy
no we ain’t doin no dissin
i pop at ya man’s if he act like a sissy
drop a lil fee on the benz
i like for a week, then i’m coppin the bentley
these n*ggas goin out sad
i swear i could never go back to dem trenches
might fly her out if she bad
lil freaky b*tch bussin it down in my mentions
took a lil loss i was mad
i called up my brother got right on da business
everyday look like christmas
f*ck is forgiveness
i get u knocked off for a ticket

- soski lyrics

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