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Lost Ties

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(Pipe that shit up, TNT)

(Shaad Krounds)

Niggas started to hate when I started to shine

Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most

If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't of let you close

'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score

I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'

In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast

Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe

I ain't cutting the check with you, hoe, you could die broke

Ain't no way could you get my plate after you showed so many flaws

Cannot love for me, you don't love yourself, you don't know how special you are

Ain't no way could I be fake how I played the game so raw

When I when posted at that corner store, I ain't think I would make it this far

But I did, b**h, yeah, I did

Wasn't tryna flex, I bought my Aventador to live

Life the greatest, earned my stripes, they hate it

Give no f**s, I made it

My drip the latest

Probably somewhere f**n' on the baddest

I don't even know the b**h but I make her call me daddy

I don't even know her but she make me feel happy

And how I'm f**n' on her, woulda thought I was her man

Niggas started to hate when I started to shine

Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most

If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't of let you close

'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score

I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'

In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast

Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe

I ain't cutting the check with you, hoe, you could die broke

Ain't no point in you even tryna cry

Ain't no point explaining if you gon' lie

I done gave you chances time after time

But you just can't seem to get nothin' right

You a thot b**h, you wanna f**k all night

You a thot b**h, no, you can't be my wife

'Fore I go and chill with you I'd rather go and shoot dice

Only time a n**a nice when I wanna lay pipe

I'ma put her on a flight but I won't take her out her night

Girl, I'ma f**k you right but I'm not 'bout to change your life

I'm not 'bout to change your life, no, I can't do that

Soon as we f**k, I'm sending you back

Thought I lost, girl, look how I floss

Stepping in Balenci's, we shop at Ross

And I ain't worried about the price, baby, I could pay the cost

Young spoiled-ass n**a, got designer on my drawers

Niggas started to hate when I started to shine

Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most

If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't of let you close

'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score

I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin'

In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast

Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe

I ain't cutting the check with you, hoe, you could die broke

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