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Quisi Laflare - Feet Planted 2 Lyrics



Quisi Laflare - Feet Planted 2 Lyrics
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What she say, cause she wasting her breath
I'm tryna make so much money, I'm thinkin bout fakin' my death
I'm the best business man, leave the paper on my desk
Nigga hating so hard, I'm bout to make him upset
I bet I make me 100, before I sign that deal
Bitch, I'm standin' on business, gladly die on that hill
If I tell her I miss her, she'll say I'm in my feels
Bitch, I make my own plays, nigga, I'm in that field
I'm tryna kill, bitch, my flow, they steal this
She ain't no real bitch, I f*ck, and I left real quick
I spit real shit, you fake if you don't feel this
Got this beat from Rick, he said, go kill this
Everybody here when bro flip the kill switch
Bro been taking pills all night, he numb as f*ck, he don't feel shit
I been f*ckin with these internet hoes, I need a real bitch
Usually I don't hold no grudge, but I'm still pissed
Rest in peace, my brother, we ain't forget about you, you still missed
Even though you got a lil money and a gun, you still bitch
Lookin' over at Brody, he's so faded, think them pills hit him
He got away that time, but I promise we will get him
He a lil boy, the shoes he got as a kid still fit him
They don't claim that boy, when we ask about him, why the f*ck they still with him
I be gettin' super hotter, really cool on bitches, I don't even chill with him
Seen a nigga rockin' fake chrome heart jeans, nigga, this real denim
My pants cost me a lot, nigga pillow talkin, damn near cost me a thot
Worked too f*ckin' hard, going broke ain't a thought
One that hardest in it, you cannot say I'm not
Tryna tie my money up, I need a knot
Niggas think my music suck, but it's gettin' me guap
I can't shop for a bitch, ain't no trickin' in stock
Tryna keep this money comin, I should get in the stocks
I been curvin, bitches, Brody bendin' that block
Nice body odor, really like a her perfume
It's been a while, I'm tryna see her soon
I just wanna f*ck, no, I'm not tryin, don't be your dude
What she say, cause she wasting her breath
I'm tryna make so much money, I'm thinkin bout fakin' my death
I'm the best business man, leave the paper on my desk
Nigga hating so hard, I'm bout to make him upset
I bet I make me 100, before I sign that deal
Bitch, I'm standin' on business, gladly die on that hill
If I tell her I miss her, she'll say I'm in my feels
Bitch, I make my own plays, nigga, I'm in that field
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What she say, cause she wasting her breath
I'm tryna make so much money, I'm thinkin bout fakin' my death
I'm the best business man, leave the paper on my desk
Nigga hating so hard, I'm bout to make him upset
I bet I make me 100, before I sign that deal
Bitch, I'm standin' on business, gladly die on that hill
If I tell her I miss her, she'll say I'm in my feels
Bitch, I make my own plays, nigga, I'm in that field
I'm tryna kill, bitch, my flow, they steal this
She ain't no real bitch, I f*ck, and I left real quick
I spit real shit, you fake if you don't feel this
Got this beat from Rick, he said, go kill this
Everybody here when bro flip the kill switch
Bro been taking pills all night, he numb as f*ck, he don't feel shit
I been f*ckin with these internet hoes, I need a real bitch
Usually I don't hold no grudge, but I'm still pissed
Rest in peace, my brother, we ain't forget about you, you still missed
Even though you got a lil money and a gun, you still bitch
Lookin' over at Brody, he's so faded, think them pills hit him
He got away that time, but I promise we will get him
He a lil boy, the shoes he got as a kid still fit him
They don't claim that boy, when we ask about him, why the f*ck they still with him
I be gettin' super hotter, really cool on bitches, I don't even chill with him
Seen a nigga rockin' fake chrome heart jeans, nigga, this real denim
My pants cost me a lot, nigga pillow talkin, damn near cost me a thot
Worked too f*ckin' hard, going broke ain't a thought
One that hardest in it, you cannot say I'm not
Tryna tie my money up, I need a knot
Niggas think my music suck, but it's gettin' me guap
I can't shop for a bitch, ain't no trickin' in stock
Tryna keep this money comin, I should get in the stocks
I been curvin, bitches, Brody bendin' that block
Nice body odor, really like a her perfume
It's been a while, I'm tryna see her soon
I just wanna f*ck, no, I'm not tryin, don't be your dude
What she say, cause she wasting her breath
I'm tryna make so much money, I'm thinkin bout fakin' my death
I'm the best business man, leave the paper on my desk
Nigga hating so hard, I'm bout to make him upset
I bet I make me 100, before I sign that deal
Bitch, I'm standin' on business, gladly die on that hill
If I tell her I miss her, she'll say I'm in my feels
Bitch, I make my own plays, nigga, I'm in that field
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Writer: Marquis Alexander
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Performed by: Quisi Laflare
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Marquis Alexander
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