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von Staxx

Bow, bow, bow, bow
Sippin′ on the Henny, sippin' on the Henny
Hey, brother

Bow, bow, bow
Ooh, why I gotta think about you
Life far, now I get the money, run it up
Like ooh, why I gotta think about you

Life far, now I get the money, run it up
Now I turned up in the club
Two bad bitches down, tryna fall
God show you tough love

You′re a dog
In a chrome heart fleece, fresh white ups
Not a crease from the streets
To say the least, check my technique

I give them belief
Hustle for weeks, rolled up a hundred sheets
Now my cipher complete, these beats I feast
I eat, fuck your critiques


Smoke a can of teak, then I defeat
Whoever vs me, I just compete
Keep it brief, in the field
Check out my cleats, in this bitch with my peeps

She got a physique that's unique
She back it up, all you hear is beep beep
Wait till I release my unrelease
Trapville, Flyboy, Beloved

Ooh, why I gotta think about you
Life far, now I get the money, run it up
Like ooh, why I gotta think about you
Life far, now I get the money, run it up

Now I turned up in the club
Two bad bitches down, tryna fall
God show you tough love
You're a dog

Baby, all I see is you
Baby, all I see is
Baby, all I see is
Baby, all I see is you