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enough (feat. terrboy) Video (MV)




Performed By: prodxpopsky
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Oskar Popek
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prodxpopsky - enough (feat. terrboy) Lyrics
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(Hi terr, how u doin'?)
Bitch we packin' elevens, stand on my money, that hoe, she irrelevant (irrelevant)
Copy my swag, leavin' 'em bitches without any sentiment (sentiment)
Bitch I'm sendin' that (I'm sendin that)
Bitch I'm like that (I'm like that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Countin' them racks flippin them stacks
I can't get enough (enough )
Study the goats keepin 'em close
I can't give a f*ck (f*ck)
Bitches comin' round me sayin' they fell in love (fell in love)
Think it's not my problem guess they all ran out of luck
Like h20 spinning ur block and we making a o (making a o)
I got money comin' in fans comin' in right to my shows (right to my shows)
I got business on business and they stealin' my flow
I got business on, business on, business on
F*ckin' your bitch on the on scene (yeah)
Right on my waist is a beam (yeah)
She ain't nothing but a fiend (yeah)
All of my diamonds are clean yeah
Makin' movies with with you bitch I got her on my body (on my body)
Everyday I'm swagin' while I'm rolling with your shawty (rollin with yo shawty)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (why she on my body)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo shawty)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo)
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo)
F*ck (rollin' with yo shawty)
Bitch we packin' elevens, stand on my money, that hoe, she irrelevant (irrelevant)
Copy my swag, leavin' 'em bitches without any sentiment (sentiment)
Bitch I'm sendin' that (I'm sendin that)
Bitch I'm like that (I'm like that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Countin' them racks flippin them stacks
I can't get enough (enough )
Study the goats keepin 'em close
I can't give a f*ck (f*ck)
Bitches comin' round me sayin' they fell in love (fell in love)
Think it's not my problem guess they all ran out of luck
(why she on my body)
(rollin' with yo shawty)
(rollin' with yo)
(rollin' with yo)
(rollin' with yo shawty)
(Hi terr, how u doin'?)
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English

(Hi terr, how u doin'?)
Bitch we packin' elevens, stand on my money, that hoe, she irrelevant (irrelevant)
Copy my swag, leavin' 'em bitches without any sentiment (sentiment)
Bitch I'm sendin' that (I'm sendin that)
Bitch I'm like that (I'm like that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Countin' them racks flippin them stacks
I can't get enough (enough )
Study the goats keepin 'em close
I can't give a f*ck (f*ck)
Bitches comin' round me sayin' they fell in love (fell in love)
Think it's not my problem guess they all ran out of luck
Like h20 spinning ur block and we making a o (making a o)
I got money comin' in fans comin' in right to my shows (right to my shows)
I got business on business and they stealin' my flow
I got business on, business on, business on
F*ckin' your bitch on the on scene (yeah)
Right on my waist is a beam (yeah)
She ain't nothing but a fiend (yeah)
All of my diamonds are clean yeah
Makin' movies with with you bitch I got her on my body (on my body)
Everyday I'm swagin' while I'm rolling with your shawty (rollin with yo shawty)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (why she on my body)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo shawty)
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo)
F*ck
F*ck (rollin' with yo)
F*ck (rollin' with yo shawty)
Bitch we packin' elevens, stand on my money, that hoe, she irrelevant (irrelevant)
Copy my swag, leavin' 'em bitches without any sentiment (sentiment)
Bitch I'm sendin' that (I'm sendin that)
Bitch I'm like that (I'm like that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Bitch I f*ck with that (f*ck with that)
Countin' them racks flippin them stacks
I can't get enough (enough )
Study the goats keepin 'em close
I can't give a f*ck (f*ck)
Bitches comin' round me sayin' they fell in love (fell in love)
Think it's not my problem guess they all ran out of luck
(why she on my body)
(rollin' with yo shawty)
(rollin' with yo)
(rollin' with yo)
(rollin' with yo shawty)
(Hi terr, how u doin'?)
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Writer: Oskar Popek
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