Love Lost Strick (Ft. Young Thug)
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[Chorus: Strick]
Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed, yeah
No TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke, nigga it's your choice
[Verse 1: Strick]
Never been number two even though they say I'm the shit
Getting topped up from a broad that look like Pamela
Yeah, Anderson
If he talking then we duct tape him and his son
Laying out them carbon-15's, sound like engine
Ain't cars in the door, I'm just marathon
I got hoes 'round the globe, wide area
I told her bring her girl, we can improvise, no
From rags to riches, I was chosen
Oh, the riches, don't make me ride solo
[Chorus: Strick]
Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed, yeah
No TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke, nigga it's your choice
Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed, yeah
No TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke, nigga it's your choice
[Verse 1: Strick]
Never been number two even though they say I'm the shit
Getting topped up from a broad that look like Pamela
Yeah, Anderson
If he talking then we duct tape him and his son
Laying out them carbon-15's, sound like engine
Ain't cars in the door, I'm just marathon
I got hoes 'round the globe, wide area
I told her bring her girl, we can improvise, no
From rags to riches, I was chosen
Oh, the riches, don't make me ride solo
[Chorus: Strick]
Let me know
Goin' to get this money, no love lost
Driving to that Lamb, it's sayonara, yeah
Driving in my bitch from Tokyo
Samurai sword, cut the diamonds on my charm
Put that play in motion, watch 'em go
Take it off your chest, we heavily armed, yeah
No TSA, fly like the airforce
Get rich or die broke, nigga it's your choice
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