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Lil Durk

Them Ones

 

Them Ones

(album: Nightmares In the Trenches - 2023)


Caught for a gun, judge might say it was a RICO cuz you was a part of them
I'm from the slums, I'm with the shorties who robbing, they gave me a Cartier
I'm with the ones, she on the block with a gun, don't know what a Barbie is
I'm from the mud, shorty be showing me songs, I tell her how hard he is

I'm sipping that lean again
On bro, I don't need a friend
Perc 30, don't need a 10
You broke then leave again
Boss bitch don't need a man
G Wagon for both of the twins
Why you mad I got motion again?
And I'm goated, promoting revenge

He ain't turnt no more, ain't no way I can run out of money
He ain't turnt no more, hit up a sale to open Chanel, we under the palm trees
He ain't turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she know what she thinking, made my arms weak
He ain't turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she outta harms reach
He ain't turnt no more, hit a bitch no followers, it's a lottery

I be knowing when these hoes be sloppy
See, I'm goated, I made it through poverty
I done shared my mils with thotties
She sneak in the privatest parties
Called brody, he slide with Barbies
Hit more, gonna call up the thotties
Richard Millie is red, Takis
I'd rather get head, sloppy
Broke niggas be mad wocky
I'm smurk, I'm mad cocky
You ain't never seen dead bodies
This a Patek Phillippe, not a Carti
Bulletproof, put the killer on a Barbies
Know the owner of Webster, I'm shopping
Sex feel way better in Turks

He ain't turnt no more, ain't no way I can run out of money
He ain't turnt no more, hit up a sale to open Chanel, we under the palm trees
He ain't turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she know what she thinking, made my arms weak
He ain't turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she outta harms reach
He ain't turnt no more, ain't no way I can run out of money

Ain't no way I can run out of money
Ain't no way I can run out of money
Ain't no way I can run out of money

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