Lb Moon - Speedin' Lyrics

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Sorry for yah lost
Rari it take off
In the lambo skirt
Made it out the dirt
That boy on a shirt
Yea that shit hurt
Imma make it work
Gotta make it work

Why she keep calling
All her calls I'm ignoring
Life been getting boring
Living life while he snoring

I just been getting this cash
Three hundred on the dash
Swerving, almost crash
Spending money , make it back
Gunna , space cadet
Jesus piece , around my neck
Keep a upgraded tech
No disrespect
I ain't mean ta flex
You know I'm up next
That girl is a flex
Because I'm up next
She wanna give me the sex
But I don't want no stress
I just want the Checks

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Sorry for yah lost
Rari it take off
In the lambo skirt
Made it out the dirt
That boy on a shirt
Yea that shit hurt
Imma make it work
Gotta make it work

Yea that shit hurt
Couldn't see him in the dirt
Momma said boy don't worry
Just lucky it wasn't my turn

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