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lirik lagu drift with me – stu cru

[produced by la riche]

[intro: monclezzy & keys la’che]
monclezzy!
keysss*eee*arahhh, okay
‘aye
very nice

[chorus: monclezzy & keys la’che]
she know what i mean
‘cuz she caught my drift
hop in foreign
every turn we drift
this designer foreign
can’t f*ck with the drip
life full of choices
which one should i pick?
only speak facts when i preach to the people
going through a shift that’s just a prequel
2020 our year
this is the sequel
’boutta switch gears
hope you catch this drift
(x2)

[verse 1: monclezzy & (keys la’che)]
i’ma sh*t on my haters
keep makin’ them p*ssed
them n*ggas is broke
and still can’t get it fixed
i’m gettin’ paid off
the words from my lips
i stay out the way
and keep sackin’ my chips
ain’t talkin’ bout lays
in love with the money
i’m callin’ it bae
now that i’m up
everyone throwin’ shade
n*ggas is stressed
they hair bout to turn grey
i gets to the money
you know i don’t play
i’m my own boss
the f*ck can you say
you workin’ a job
b*tch i made my own way
monclezzy self*made
hop on the wave
i do what i want
turning up the whole day
watch what you say
or i’ll decrease your pay (fast)
clock in, clock out
walk in, walk out
you not makin’ moves
the f*ck can we talk about (the f*ck can we talk about)
know that i’m next
like they bout to call me out
got a calm fit, every time
that i’m walkin’ out
wine ‘n dine
she love when i take her out
‘n she do not wine (ha)
when i’m on my paper route
jus’ needed time to
to show you what i’m about
(car skirts)
planted the seeds
now watch them sprout
i been chasin’ a dream
my team can vouch
they do not do sh*t
but sit on the couch (nope)
you can say all you want
but don’t talk about (chit*chat)
how i made all this money
and made it out
and before corona
you played the house
i’m being productive
you run your mouth
so i can’t waste my time
‘cuz it’s runnin’ out
you started off good
now you goin’ south
[chorus: monclezzy & keys la’che]

[verse 2: keys la’che & (monclezzy)]
oh, so you wanna smoke this dope sh*t
i’m a loner b*tch, no you can’t know a b*tch
you may think that you know me
just ‘cuz you know my name
me and these b*tches
will never ever be the same
i change my hair every week
weak n*ggas can’t get this treat
my n*ggas eat bon appétit
‘cuz i be crusin’ in my own lane
y’all n*ggas is snoozing, only you to blame
mood sw*ngs with my boo thang (with who)
f*ck you sayin’
i’m not playin’ witchu silly n*ggas
i bet you figured that i wouldn’t really ever pull the trigger
i ain’t meek mill these ain’t f*cking twitter fingas
i do what i say, no time for a front
i does this in real life, no time for stunts
pardon me, i tend to be blunt
call be a herbalist, sage in my blunt
it’s keys baby, when n*ggas gon quit tryna play me
y’all some hating asses, ‘cuz y’all know a b*tch too wavey
‘cuz i gotta it in the back
yea, i know my sh*t is fat
am i talking but my ass, the glock or the bag
[chorus: monclezzy & keys la’che]

- stu cru

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