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letra de neimans - plies

hunnid bands for a kilo, n-gg-

[verse 1]
i don’t like to tongue wrestle, i just hop out with the pole
y’all was sittin’ in sunday school, i was scr-pping it out the bowl
still, represent the struggle, so i ain’t taking out my golds
i don’t did a lot of thangs, but i ain’t never cuffed a hoe
how he still you favorite rapper all them lies he done told
how you still make her your lady all them d-ck she done road
he ain’t gone bust a grape or let nothing die because he ain’t with the smoke
hate to see me eating out her ‘cus he just really broke
please don’t let this rich sh-t fool you, get me wrong then i’m p-ssin you
ask me why i don’t answer my phone because i don’t get no service in the trenches
i just counted 700 bands, d-mn near got me dizzy
when i’m in the dmv pull up on you like i’m glizzy
yeah, the streets chose me, i ain’t pay for a buzz
for you show a n-gg- the game, check his paperwork first
you ain’t silent, you ain’t thorough, you can’t never get a verse
you ain’t bae, you ain’t wifey, you can’t never get a purse

[chours]
if you lookin’ for me, i’m probably up at the counter up in neiman
if you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in neiman
i ain’t never slippin’, dog, got the pole tucked in neiman
yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in neiman

[verse 2]
ten rooms, six bathrooms, guess i’m kinda living
dolce gabbana from head to toe, guess i’m kind of dripping
i can’t rock out with no ceiling fans ‘cus i got vaulted ceilings
you can’t never break my heart, baby, because i ain’t got no feelings
put my hand over my heart and pledge allegiance to the bag
if i got to die bout something it be my family and the cash
keep my money in my hand because my wad is too big
stuck my thumb in her b-tt because my rod was too big

[verse 3]
riddin’ round with all this cash in my car be feelin’ like i’m traffickin’
ask me was her becky good, i told her it was immaculate
ask me as her box fire, told her i’ll be back again
ain’t n-body hatin’ on you, guess what, you ain’t poppin’ then
i fell asleep counting c-notes, i woke up getting deep throat
i’m the only n-gg- that give the streets hope
playin’ with the numbers get you debo’d
11 cars totals, 3 cribs i ain’t cappin’, bruh
lil b-tch called me back to back, i swear that sh-t be tappin’, bruh
last watch was plain jane, i just put some stones in it
i ain’t miss no money, all my showers they got phones in’em
my baby i the bahamas, so i’m on my way to n-ssau
told me she just like speed, so i just bought a fast car
the bag got me feeling like i’m bron, bron
i’m just up in neiman go dumb, dumb

- plies

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