LIST-BOYZ ft. V500 Lyrics

I'm with the niggas don't who I am on shirts

Hit you where it hurt, Shit you wore a skirt

Shit without Physics nigga we ain't trippin

I'm just left the spot wit a couple digits

New girl watch the Digi, but she do the Liz

Ridin' up in the city,

Baby say she miss me

Hostin up yards, say get me on your list

Nep took her out the line, a bitch convinced

We was at Kind Regards and flippin scripts

This girl got talent and she write in script

She got one friend with her like Nibble lisps

She got a Homegirl Vandross look she hit!

Baby it's never too much boi two handle

And y'all all proper knockouts not no Mandle's

Chilling at home im shaking hands with a Lela

You say it's Luh-Lah now I love da language

I like you mama laugh you to them banks

Wishbone say make sure brother got him rank

Same day different shit it's repetition

I'm out in Queens it farms get vegetation

You move like Janet, Jat it's rhythm nat'

Ain't drop in cup months "sorry 4 wait?"

Mama ain't trippin if you pushing weight

Hit from the rear ain't seen you anyway…

I met with East I have yet to meet West

Outside with no press, these bitches is pressure, Bowie & Fred

I met a Dopplegang sibling, a drank, Some Amends

One hour sets, in the mix Sophie Ann

You stick to Brad's for action & brand

We smoke the Jungle, & Rock out in Cal

I took the Jim off now seeds on her back

That wasn't the plan, had Komoko after

You more dior and I'm Koloko African

But if you solid stay for master plans

Cass back from Pan, got some Yen just for practice

Ashe prolly got Camer-oon gals up in shambs

I know a bad bitch from Seoul & Goyang

I know a bad bitch from Seoul & Goyang, now she out in Guyana

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Fuck I look like cuffin a thot?

Sit back and I'm counting the guap like

Count it, Count it up!

Count it, Count it up!

Me & Twin we be counting it up

Dead-Eye Hoes be fuckin with us

T-O-Y they showing us love

Gettin checks we outta the slums

Shawty bad but I cannot keep her

And we out after I hit & I'm leaving…

Yeah I'm having some troubles with reaper

They ain't taking my soul I need it

And my pockets they fat they eatin'

I ain't even need no "Reason"

I'm tryna cop new pieces

Brand new drip I'm fly every season

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