Lady XO - Divine lyrics
Lady XO [Chicago, Illinois. U.S.]
[Lady XO - Divine lyrics]
I got thoughts about some money when
I wake up it’s a habit
I ain’t livin’ in a dream I
Know that shit makin’ em madder
Rubberband to hold the pape I like
The sound of the elastic
I keep swervin’ out the lane from
Tryna roll this wood in traffic
If you press em know they got it
They be prone to get it poppin’
Ain’t a thing to set it straight yeah
Line it up you outta pocket
Gotta have a few bands ready
If you really shoppin’
Yeah i been tryna get a stack you need
Them p’s then you can tap in
And that bread so simultaneous it go
Out while it come in
Told my homie he don’t like me I
Was round em he said nothin’
I don’t beef cuz he a bitch but
I could really show you somethin’
You ain’t got no hustle in your ass
For real so why you stuntin’
And you flexin’ like you got it
Actually you need to cut it
Got 2 12’s the back of my
Shit SRT a bitch be bumpin’
And they ask me bout my life I
Always tell em bitch I love it
Bitch I love it won’t ever catch me runnin’
From a bitch too quick to bust it
Don’t compare me to another hoe
Yeah I got issues I can’t trust em
I can’t hang around a lame
They the type to go
No shit he quick to aim you
Gotta hit em with precision
He be talkin’ all that tough shit
Matter fact I don’t believe em
And I know they hatin’ you ain’t gotta
Say it I don’t see em
Ran it up through every season they
Be tweakin’ for no reason
Really put em in position you gon’
Make me pull my resume
Now they payin’ attention I see
Better through some cartier
Move smart when I invest it you went
Spent it in the same place
I ain’t even keep a secret I got
Rich and gave em free game
You don’t see me round em reason
Being probably couldn’t wait for them
Was dissin’ from a distance got the
Nerve to ask how I been
I’ma hustle like I’m broke I got
The drop on all the backends
Ain’t approach me right the first time
It’s just funny how they pretend
Bitch I love it won’t ever catch me runnin’
From a bitch too quick to bust it
Don’t compare me to another hoe
Yeah I got issues I can’t trust em
I can’t hang around a lame
They the type to go
I wake up it’s a habit
I ain’t livin’ in a dream I
Know that shit makin’ em madder
Rubberband to hold the pape I like
The sound of the elastic
I keep swervin’ out the lane from
Tryna roll this wood in traffic
If you press em know they got it
They be prone to get it poppin’
Ain’t a thing to set it straight yeah
Line it up you outta pocket
Gotta have a few bands ready
If you really shoppin’
Yeah i been tryna get a stack you need
Them p’s then you can tap in
And that bread so simultaneous it go
Out while it come in
Told my homie he don’t like me I
Was round em he said nothin’
I don’t beef cuz he a bitch but
I could really show you somethin’
You ain’t got no hustle in your ass
For real so why you stuntin’
And you flexin’ like you got it
Actually you need to cut it
Got 2 12’s the back of my
Shit SRT a bitch be bumpin’
And they ask me bout my life I
Always tell em bitch I love it
Bitch I love it won’t ever catch me runnin’
From a bitch too quick to bust it
Don’t compare me to another hoe
Yeah I got issues I can’t trust em
I can’t hang around a lame
They the type to go
No shit he quick to aim you
Gotta hit em with precision
He be talkin’ all that tough shit
Matter fact I don’t believe em
And I know they hatin’ you ain’t gotta
Say it I don’t see em
Ran it up through every season they
Be tweakin’ for no reason
Really put em in position you gon’
Make me pull my resume
Now they payin’ attention I see
Better through some cartier
Move smart when I invest it you went
Spent it in the same place
I ain’t even keep a secret I got
Rich and gave em free game
You don’t see me round em reason
Being probably couldn’t wait for them
Was dissin’ from a distance got the
Nerve to ask how I been
I’ma hustle like I’m broke I got
The drop on all the backends
Ain’t approach me right the first time
It’s just funny how they pretend
Bitch I love it won’t ever catch me runnin’
From a bitch too quick to bust it
Don’t compare me to another hoe
Yeah I got issues I can’t trust em
I can’t hang around a lame
They the type to go
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