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YCB - PROMETHAZINE Lyrics



YCB - PROMETHAZINE Lyrics
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When I hop on my swag now they wanna switch up
I'm on my swag lil' bitch
Got a baddie she luv me
She said she addicted to the way I be swaggin' this shit
She like why you keep breaking my heart, I don't know
I done told you stop messing with me
Yeah my diamonds gon' take away your bitch yeah
Ima spend a lil' K on your bitch, oh yeah
I spent a bag on my wrist, oh yeah
We got choppas they came with a switch
Yeah these niggas know back then when I wasn't f*cking no hoe, now they calling for me
I could really go change up the swag, I go Balenciaga right all on my tee
Came out the trap with my bitch
Don't put my name in your mentions
I know it's 'bout time that I'm rich
Cannot love you I know you pretentious
So in love with this shit cannot quit
Talking shit but your bitch on my dick
Got a bad bitch on me when I get it
You know they can not follow my trace
I done lit my swag up with a stick babe
Tell me baby, why you tell me now when we not speaking baby?
Tell me baby, if I just pour this cup don't got promethazine
I hold my cup
I might just hold my cup
Honestly, I don't know you baby
I know I gotta hold myself (Heyeah)
I'm off the henny babe
Don't got a lotta time lil' babe (Heyeah)
I get fly with the bad ass bitches
Fell in love with a rich ass bitch
Got your hoe, on my side, in the Maldives, did it
She a fashion bitch
Shawty way too mad that I cannot wife her
Bitch you know you don't faze me (Faze me)
I throw my set up, bitch (Yeah)
Throw my set up, bitch (Yeah)
Throw my set up. bitch (Yeah)
I'm in the zone, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
I'm not the one, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
When I come, ima hit then I'm dipping
When I count up, I got bitch I'm rich
Got the choppas on top, I don't miss
Feel the diamonds I switch up the weather
See the purple cup mix it right up with the soda
Taking these drugs and now she wanna throw up
I got Balenci all over my sweater
Sucking my dick like she sucking a roll-up
32 shots yeah lil' bitch ima pour up
Give me a year ima show you a glow-up
I done lit my swag up with a stick babe
Tell me baby, why you tell me now when we not speaking baby?
Tell me baby. if I just pour this cup don't got promethazine
I hold my cup
I might just hold my cup
Honestly I don't know you baby
I know I gotta hold myself (Heyeah)
I'm off the henny babe
Don't got a lotta time lil' babe (Heyeah)
I get fly with the bad ass bitches
Fell in love with a rich ass bitch
Got your hoe on my side, in the Maldives, did it
She a fashion bitch
Shawty way too mad that I cannot wife her
Bitch you know you don't faze me (Faze me)
(It don't faze me)
(Bitch you know you don't faze me)
(Yeah yeah)
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When I hop on my swag now they wanna switch up
I'm on my swag lil' bitch
Got a baddie she luv me
She said she addicted to the way I be swaggin' this shit
She like why you keep breaking my heart, I don't know
I done told you stop messing with me
Yeah my diamonds gon' take away your bitch yeah
Ima spend a lil' K on your bitch, oh yeah
I spent a bag on my wrist, oh yeah
We got choppas they came with a switch
Yeah these niggas know back then when I wasn't f*cking no hoe, now they calling for me
I could really go change up the swag, I go Balenciaga right all on my tee
Came out the trap with my bitch
Don't put my name in your mentions
I know it's 'bout time that I'm rich
Cannot love you I know you pretentious
So in love with this shit cannot quit
Talking shit but your bitch on my dick
Got a bad bitch on me when I get it
You know they can not follow my trace
I done lit my swag up with a stick babe
Tell me baby, why you tell me now when we not speaking baby?
Tell me baby, if I just pour this cup don't got promethazine
I hold my cup
I might just hold my cup
Honestly, I don't know you baby
I know I gotta hold myself (Heyeah)
I'm off the henny babe
Don't got a lotta time lil' babe (Heyeah)
I get fly with the bad ass bitches
Fell in love with a rich ass bitch
Got your hoe, on my side, in the Maldives, did it
She a fashion bitch
Shawty way too mad that I cannot wife her
Bitch you know you don't faze me (Faze me)
I throw my set up, bitch (Yeah)
Throw my set up, bitch (Yeah)
Throw my set up. bitch (Yeah)
I'm in the zone, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
I'm not the one, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
When I come, ima hit then I'm dipping
When I count up, I got bitch I'm rich
Got the choppas on top, I don't miss
Feel the diamonds I switch up the weather
See the purple cup mix it right up with the soda
Taking these drugs and now she wanna throw up
I got Balenci all over my sweater
Sucking my dick like she sucking a roll-up
32 shots yeah lil' bitch ima pour up
Give me a year ima show you a glow-up
I done lit my swag up with a stick babe
Tell me baby, why you tell me now when we not speaking baby?
Tell me baby. if I just pour this cup don't got promethazine
I hold my cup
I might just hold my cup
Honestly I don't know you baby
I know I gotta hold myself (Heyeah)
I'm off the henny babe
Don't got a lotta time lil' babe (Heyeah)
I get fly with the bad ass bitches
Fell in love with a rich ass bitch
Got your hoe on my side, in the Maldives, did it
She a fashion bitch
Shawty way too mad that I cannot wife her
Bitch you know you don't faze me (Faze me)
(It don't faze me)
(Bitch you know you don't faze me)
(Yeah yeah)
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Writer: Leslie Tamakloe
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Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Leslie Tamakloe

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