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signed a napkin - veeze lyrics

[intro]
gang gang
worst day ever, you dig?
yeah
mirror, mirror, the n*gga got ten milli’
probably ain’t slept in days, used to dream ’bout me
chill out
watch this lil n*gga (this “the worst tape”)
yeah

[verse 1]
mirror, mirror, that boy worth ten milli’
i ain’t slept in days, she still dream about a n*gga
don’t live my lyrics, you’ll probably go to h*ll with me
i got a b*tch under a spell and she just met me
i got a time machine, this louis bag from ’07
i been a body baggin’ n*gga, how you starin’
pants ripped, shirt ripped just like i’m beggin’
god give me nine lives, still ain’t gettin’ married (never)
is it money? go catch a hat, you want respect
i’m havin’ checks, just numb’ it like you track a package
i can’t ride ’round like pac, we got bl!ck method
your lil ass ain’t read your deal, probably signed a napkin
i’m really bossy, you havin’ bankroll reduction
i’m gettin’ worse, she textin’ a bunch of cuss words
i overdid the chrome glasses, what your buff worth
he dressin’ like me, but he late five summers
double up cup, i’ma lean like my back hurt
you ain’t heard ’bout gang, boy, you crooked like a pastor
s*xual harassment, she send pics i ain’t ask for
i’ma sip my dirt by my lonely, don’t be rattin’ on me
$20k in louis, irs made me sign somethin’
can you hear me baby, i got rich, i ain’t from biltmore
i need yellow diamonds in my seven, n*gga, keep snow
i don’t want no key to city unless that b*tch a kilo
i’m a cocaine cowboy, we livin’ like sopranos
my diamonds knock your b*tch out just like claressa shields
gone and pump your brakes, lil bro, i’ll break your ego
i’ll spend it ’til you go broke, then go and steal your main hoe
[interlude]
take your b*tch, n*gga
yeah, n*gga
i’ll spend it ’til he go broke and go and sell his main hoe (fasho)

[verse 2]
drop a quarter milli’, bully n*ggas, we ain’t into smoke
he just moved a thousand roxies, to me that’s a baby load
tell me what your drank cost, don’t tell me what you paid for
i shop while the store closed, i’m livin’ like a ceo
i can’t sell my personal drugs, don’t you take it personal
he talk to the police, he better go make a love song
almost cut my thumbs off, i’m throwin’ fours, my pants full
if i don’t f*ck first night, it must not be true love
all my b*tches got a porsche or benz, you better boss up
he won’t get his streams, it’s so bad, he’ll get shot for it
boy was only famous like ten minutes, guess his time up
dog was only rich about a week, that’s in the guinness book
this sh*t ain’t your best bet, you better go to your sportsbook
she stole so much drugs, bruh, her panties in the paperwork
i just don’t break girl’s hearts, lil n*gga, i’ll break yours

[outro]
better get your m’s up, you can’t talk to me, n*gga
why n*ggas be ballin’ for one summer, man
see, am i the only n*gga know what the f*ck goin’ on?
can’t be f*cked with boys
4pf brothers only, wavy navy
can’t go against, can’t get with, can’t be f*cked with
can’t be, can’t join, n*gga, dirty sh*t

- veeze lyrics

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