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letra de leaving with something - j dlux & manny laurenko

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[intro]
hi, manny

[chorus: j dlux]
what’s up?
tell me, lil’ baby, wassup?
my b-tch as thick as my cup
chain on my neck cold as f-ck
i put on balenciaga for months
vip section, i’m not in the front
i pray to god but they thought it was luck
less than five-hundred, that sh-t not enough
feel like the president truck after truck (ha)
i’m holding my fye, gotta clutch
my pants expensive, drank expensive
i told her don’t even touch
my time expensive, too expensive
for me to go spend on a sl-t
my time expensive, too expensive
for mе to go spend on a sl-t

[post-chorus: j dlux]
that ain’t my ho but that lil’ sh-t on lock
hard to catch up ’cause i keep taking off
down on my d-ck, had to run that sh-t up
beforе i could win, had to take me a loss
so many nights i done fell on my ass
i had to get up and shake that sh-t off
i spent a lot on margielas to walk
solid forever, that’s what i was taught
i used think n-ggas moved like i did
f-cked up right there soon as i thought
[verse: j dlux]
i promise i’m leaving with something
hop out the coupe, i’ma leave that sh-t running
all of my friends dead blue hundreds
the rest of them put in the tundra
she f-ck, she buss it on camera
she love me ’cause i never judge her
she thick just like my coat
she wet as soon as i touch her
lil’ baby, i don’t got a rope
to save ya, you going under
shades on my face, undercover
i’m deep in that bit’ need a shovel
the track it come with some muscle
if she bad, i might take off the rubber
if she bad, i might take off the rubber
f-ck you talk ’bout

[chorus: j dlux]
what’s up?
tell me, lil’ baby, wassup?
my b-tch as thick as my cup
chain on my neck cold as f-ck
i put on balenciaga for months
vip section, i’m not in the front
i pray to god but they thought it was luck
less than five-hundred, that sh-t not enough
feel like the president truck after truck (ha)
i’m holding my fye, gotta clutch
my pants expensive, drank expensive
i told her don’t even touch
my time expensive, too expensive
for me to go spend on a sl-t
my time expensive, too expensive
for me to go spend on a sl-t
[post-chorus: j dlux]
that ain’t my ho but that lil’ sh-t on lock
hard to catch up ’cause i keep taking off
down on my d-ck, had to run that sh-t up
before i could win, had to take me a loss
so many nights i done fell on my ass
i had to get up and shake that sh-t off
i spent a lot on margielas to walk
solid forever, that’s what i was taught
i used think n-ggas moved like i did
f-cked up right there soon as i thought

[outro: j dlux]
soon as i thought these n-ggas was like me that’s where i f-cked up
i’m still gonna walk in and walk out
i’m leaving with something, i’m leaving with something

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