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Najjee - Pasta lyrics

Artist: Najjee

album: Uninvited


I was in the trap tryna make a milli back on my own
I was in the trap tryna make a milli back on my own
I went from nothing to something they doubted
Fresh out the county still burning these calories
Running the street tryna stack me a milli
Got a few bitches not all of them pretty
Trapping so hard that we making a killing
Brick of that yayo around 100 thousand
Brick of that pussy could make you a million
Stacking the work till back out a mountain
Letting it, go to my head
We just broke so we had to get bread
Taking cold showers ain't have no hot water
I'm freezing myself in these diamonds instead
Momma she could've just had a abortion
I ain't a dreamer I'm tryna get rich
He had some good work I had to extort him
I see ah op and he look like a lick
Man down man down stick em
Ain't never gone stop till we all the way off
Co-sign ain't make a nigga so raw
Good on my own name before they got on
Whipping the money I stretch it like coke
I ain't got keys but these grams off the boat
I can't trust a niggas it comes to these bands
No I ain't famous I'm rich no advance
Off of the street I'm invested in pieces got a lil bin at amiri adidas
Got a lil link out Denver send ps in
Dicking my bitch down she taking the defense
They jacking that blood is just thicker than water
Counting on family don't know if they loyal
Knife to his throat but we wasn't gonna kill em
My cousin was stealing & that was my nigga
So what you gonna do when the people that's close
Breaking the code to go take a oath
He ain't just run up the money got clothes
Niggas is hitting the jugg let em know
Lp is all on my body I know that see em
Juggin finessing my flock tryna feed em
I need flock and my plug owe me money
I'm spinning his block till they drown in the deep end
I went from nothing to something they doubted
Fresh out the county still burning these calories
Running the street tryna stack me a milli
Got a few bitches not all of them pretty
Trapping so hard that we making a killing
Brick of that yayo around 100 thousand
Brick of that pussy could make you a million
Stacking the work till back out a mountain
Letting It go to my head
We just broke so we had to get bread
Taking cold showers ain't have no hot water I'm freezing myself in these diamonds instead
Momma she could've just had a abortion I ain't a dreamer I'm tryna get rich
He had some good work I had to extort him
I see ah op and he look like a lick
I see this 40 its stuck on my hip
I got a bad bitch she looking so thick
I got this life off of selling my swag
Addicted to money this life ain't a fad
These niggas can't fade me
I got 4 bitches its 4:48 Im feeling so wavy
And two of em Like me I think they wanna date I think they wanna rape me
Two of em here cause them bitches is crazy
Like to fuck all of there niggas together
Drama arise when these bitches get jealous
Jacking the wave so I told her to zelle it
She think she a sim they when she spend it switching the sim and told send it
We getting money don't count what we spending

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