Track 1 lyrics

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[Intro: Luga Vellz]
Big f**king Luga Vellz, Digga D
Made In The Pyrex, n***a
Some real f**king sh*t (haha)

[Verse: Digga D]
Twelve bills for the jacket, six racks for the 'matic
Put a two-y of the magic on a nina or the baddest
Take risks, late shifts, Amiris cost me eight fifths
My white girl take sniff, fake nails, fake tits
Tints blacker than the one's that's on the court bus
C220 Sport Plus, I still let the fours bust
Model in the passy, all she really like is footballers
Told her it's the same, I still shoot, score, and take corners
Got a two, we left, you know it's all pro, yo
Your b*t*h brokе 'cause she livin' off his promo
I just took a picture, what you thought it was? A photo
Goin' OT to whеre the cats love the coco
I'm sittin' down in my cell chattin' to my mans girl
Says she's comin' on a V
Travelled all the way to Felts
So how could you talk my name?
Bro, you ain't got no shame
I heard they're tryna jump in beef
Bro, you should ride for your mates
pu**y boy go and suck your mum
pu**y boy go and bust your gun

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