Buy A Lift R3 Da Chilliman
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[Intro]
(Angel Heaven Sent)
[Chorus]
If you got money, how you say why you ain't buying shit?
Big pointers, my left wrist is where them diamonds is
He don't think his bitch will get snatched, so imma try his bitch
I picked her up, after I hit Imma buy a lift
If you got money, how you say why you ain't buying shit?
Big pointers, my left wrist is where them diamonds is
He don't think his bitch will get snatched, so imma try his bitch
I picked her up, after I hit Imma buy a lift
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you can't name a n** as hot as me
Neck icy, walked in the jeweler like, "water please"
High as a kite, popped two pеrcs, I'm talking to Jesus
I'm in another n** hood, but I ain't tucking my piecеs
I'm losing sleep half the night 'cause I be counting them racks
She got a man but I'm still fucking, she throwing it back
Lights hittin, watch is doing the disco
She left me, he asking "where does this bitch go?"
Lean junkie, I be craving the juice
We dropping pints, he tryna stretch out a deuce
Scuffed my kicks running from them damn cops
Ruths Chris, stuffed chicken and lamb chops
(Angel Heaven Sent)
[Chorus]
If you got money, how you say why you ain't buying shit?
Big pointers, my left wrist is where them diamonds is
He don't think his bitch will get snatched, so imma try his bitch
I picked her up, after I hit Imma buy a lift
If you got money, how you say why you ain't buying shit?
Big pointers, my left wrist is where them diamonds is
He don't think his bitch will get snatched, so imma try his bitch
I picked her up, after I hit Imma buy a lift
[Verse 1]
Bitch, you can't name a n** as hot as me
Neck icy, walked in the jeweler like, "water please"
High as a kite, popped two pеrcs, I'm talking to Jesus
I'm in another n** hood, but I ain't tucking my piecеs
I'm losing sleep half the night 'cause I be counting them racks
She got a man but I'm still fucking, she throwing it back
Lights hittin, watch is doing the disco
She left me, he asking "where does this bitch go?"
Lean junkie, I be craving the juice
We dropping pints, he tryna stretch out a deuce
Scuffed my kicks running from them damn cops
Ruths Chris, stuffed chicken and lamb chops
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