Shimmy AP - Sweat Me lyrics

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Shimmy AP - Sweat Me lyrics

I Woke Up, Too n***as Tryna Be Like Me I Pour Up, A 4 & Go Chase That Dream I Glo Up, n***as Ain’t Catching Up To Me I Blow Up, b**hes Wanna Have My Seed I Woke Up, I Really Had Too Chase These Bands I Pour Up, Shawty Saying Can We Just Be Friends I Glo Up, Now She Wanna Gave Head In The Benz I Blow Up, I’m Just A Young A n***a Tryna Win I Know That You Feeling Me, I got A Pill In me, Business Is Business, So There Aint No Dealin Me Say You f**ing Wit Me, Baby You Are My Hilary & Its f** What They Think, Tell Em Get Out They Feelings B Momma Be Sayin That The Henny Be k**in Me I Had Designer Whenever I Could Go Buy it, Now I Got Designer Hanging All in My Closet Fly sh** In My Gene’s But My Hustle Is Higher I Played Wit The Fire & Never Got Burnt i Get Too The Money, Where Else Could I Turn Selling The Molly, The Rent Due By The First I Ain’t Gotta Say My Name Cause I Know You Heard It I Use Too Zoe Cash Now i Get Too The Earning Still Flipping Packs, Cause You n***as Don’t Learn & I Just Hope The Money Last, Gotta Stack It For Certain I Got A New b**h Cause My Last One Wasn’t Working Dipping Diamonds Near The Dishes, Remember Cooking Up In The Kitchen Always Known Too Keep A Smithin You Want This Problem, Come & Get It Gllltt Stacking Money From The Floor The Ceiling Some Say Im A Hero & Some Say Villian I Like It, I Buy It, This Aint No Consignment, I Don’t Gotta Hide It, You Know That I’m Riding I’m Back On The Mission, Took A Break For Minute Parking The Rari But The Lambo Is Different I Like Too Party, In A Tesla I’m Whippin I Never Worry, I Got Bins That Aint Missin, Fly Out To Cali Just Too Pick Up A Pack She p**y Poppin, I’m Just Tryna Get Back You Caught The b**h Cheatin, & I Prolly Did Smack She Was Arching That, She Lemme Hit From The Back She Went Down On Me I Aint Even Have Too Ask Said She Wanna Marry Me, Aint Even See The Racks Chains Is Drowning Me, So How Can i Relax Bought A Pound Of Weed & Made The Bread Back , Plus Moree You Owe Me That Cash, Kick Down Ya Front Door I Don’t Even Know Who You Tryna Front For I Could Get The Whole Job Just Off Of 1 Call & Get Ya Whole Squad Done Off, Who Want War Bands On Me & I Got It You Can’t f** Wit Me, I’m Sorry, No Coming Up Wit Me Stop Plotting I Had Instagrams In My Wallet Ops Pop, Then We Sliding, Opp Drop, We Excited Ops Thots, Tryna Slde In & Drop Tops What We Ride In

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