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Speak Up

Hey, yeah, hey.

He said he talking money

Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya.

She said I move too funny

Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you.

Remember running off a pack,

It's in the hood what you need, Imma serve you

Broke b*tch get back if she ain't talking chicken then I'm allergic, heyy

Imma pull up and I'm flexin on purpose.

Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon

Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous

Shawty I'm hot like the furnace

Imma go and get the wraith swervin

I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams.

These niggas turn fake

F*ck niggas, ain't on the team

They should have nothing to say

Niggas ain't tryna get to the cheese.

Told them to get out my way

Do the most for the loot Imma feen. (x3)

You could get hit with the k

Shooters running down make a scene

You could get hit with the k

Shooters running down with the beam

She all in my face want the diamonds

She don't really want me.

She calling me bae and I want the pus*y

But I really want green bruh

Keep talking this tough sh*t

But that nigga pus*y he don't really want beef.

Really gettin' tired of the subductions

Shut em up, throw em back in the v

Broke boy change the subject

Ain't talkin' money, you ain't talkin' to me.

She sucking seed like the rug

Rats told her pull up, told her get on her knees

Come here let me touch that.

Shawty bad tryna get in between these niggas

Suspect they too fake, had to roll up the weed.

Hatch a Buddha back right pour 4 in the lean

And I'm too clutch 3 seconds and they passing to me.

I'm like boo yah I just hit a lick for the piece.

Hey, you a loser

Diamonds on me dance Billie Jean

Big body take up 2 lanes,

I'mma do the dash like Usain

I don't give a f*ck what you say

Imma get the cash, I'm too prayed.

Tryna get the cash, you too late

Diamonds they flash kool-aid,

All black jack dooms day.

Poured fendi in the bag whohey

Hey, yeah, hey.

He said he talking money

Speak up nigga, nobody heard ya.

She said I move too funny

Racks up, shawty I gotta curve you.

Remember running off a pack,

It's in the hood what you need, Imma serve you

Broke b*tch get back if she ain't talking chicken then I'm allergic, heyy

Imma pull up and I'm flexin on purpose.

Aye, Imma smoke this jat and get honey bourbon

Hey diamonds on me, shawty why you so nervous

Shawty I'm hot like the furnace

Imma go and get the wraith swervin

I need a cape, woke up see in all my dreams.

These niggas turn fake versuri-lyrics.info

F*ck niggas, ain't on the team

They should have nothing to say

Niggas ain't tryna get to the cheese.

Told them to get out my way

Do the most for the loot Imma feennn. (x3)

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