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letra de outta line - summrs

[intro]
i need my gold like a cellar
he ain’t talkin’ ’bout the money, i can’t help ya
i could f-ck with her, bestie she won’t tell her
smokin’ on this loud like a chiefer

[verse]
say you flexin’ on me, boy, know you lying
pull up on yo ass and watch my diamonds shine
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout that guap, boy get off my line
i don’t wanna talk, you wasting all my time
i need my gold like a cellar
he ain’t talkin’ ’bout the money, i can’t help ya
i could f-ck with her, bestie she won’t tell her
smokin’ on this loud like a chiefer
runnin’ to the guap like a cheetah
rollin’ up this reefer in a two seater
her ass fat so you know i might keep hеr
i might want her, but i don’t f-ckin’ need her
boy you flexin’, whats yo d-mn timе
all this jewelry, it could make you blind
you can clone me b-tch, i’m one of a kind
on a xan, almost lost my mind
boy i think you done lost yo mind
say, you flexing on me, you outta line
why this b-tch think she a dime
that ho ain’t sh-t, she wasting her time
sippin’ lean, just to f-ckin’ pass time
boy you too lame, switchin’ two lanes
rollin’ propane, sippin’ on the drank
boy you too lame, and its a shame
she ain’t never been the same
since i took them drugs, i went insane
p-ssy n-gga, you’s a whole lame
i ain’t got the f-ckin’ time for a ho mane
i swear, this ho give the best brain
me and [?] changin’ the game
i’m the xan man, i’m the lean man, i’m the drug man, yeah

- summrs

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