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Young Certi - She from the A Lyrics



Young Certi - She from the A Lyrics




Hunnit racks bustin' out the pocket on track to do a hunnit mill flying to the tropics (Let's go, woah)
I ain't tryna cuff her I ain't with it I be steady tryna stop it (No sir, woah)
All my n***** slidin' with designer we in Neiman's and you know we gotta cop it
(Woah listen) Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
My beamer got bucket seats money stay on repeat drip all on me like Gunna (Woah)
Pockets so fat we in Neiman's my brother start ballin' you know we gon' run up (Woah)
They know that I'm next up I ain't gon' press em' they saw all my cheddar they done up
The plain jane the Rollie the Richard the Millie baguettes on my bezels they froze up (Let's go)
Brand new mink from the catalogue (Catalogue)
Shorty off Xan's and Fentanyl (Fentanyl)
Got the club lit off Cristal (Cristal)
I ain't even save her in my call log (No)
Designer be all on my body that's Louis V everything head to the toe
(Woah listen) Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
Switchin' out ice and I switch out baguettes
I'm taking a flight to get rid of some stress
Got black and white diamonds like I'm playing chess
Every time that I'm runnin' I leave her on read
Hop on a private I hop on a jet
Got hits in the vault so they think I'm a vet
Don't play wit ya life like it's Russian roulette
Got 44 pointers to sit on my neck
I'm in the hills I'm getting famous
Shorty a 10 I'm keeping her nameless
Hunnit and 30 a check my payments
Flying her out so I'm making arrangements
Got AMG all on the Benz
I pull up on her and her friends
I'm passing her off to my mans
Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
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Hunnit racks bustin' out the pocket on track to do a hunnit mill flying to the tropics (Let's go, woah)
I ain't tryna cuff her I ain't with it I be steady tryna stop it (No sir, woah)
All my n***** slidin' with designer we in Neiman's and you know we gotta cop it
(Woah listen) Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
My beamer got bucket seats money stay on repeat drip all on me like Gunna (Woah)
Pockets so fat we in Neiman's my brother start ballin' you know we gon' run up (Woah)
They know that I'm next up I ain't gon' press em' they saw all my cheddar they done up
The plain jane the Rollie the Richard the Millie baguettes on my bezels they froze up (Let's go)
Brand new mink from the catalogue (Catalogue)
Shorty off Xan's and Fentanyl (Fentanyl)
Got the club lit off Cristal (Cristal)
I ain't even save her in my call log (No)
Designer be all on my body that's Louis V everything head to the toe
(Woah listen) Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
Switchin' out ice and I switch out baguettes
I'm taking a flight to get rid of some stress
Got black and white diamonds like I'm playing chess
Every time that I'm runnin' I leave her on read
Hop on a private I hop on a jet
Got hits in the vault so they think I'm a vet
Don't play wit ya life like it's Russian roulette
Got 44 pointers to sit on my neck
I'm in the hills I'm getting famous
Shorty a 10 I'm keeping her nameless
Hunnit and 30 a check my payments
Flying her out so I'm making arrangements
Got AMG all on the Benz
I pull up on her and her friends
I'm passing her off to my mans
Gotta perfect 10 she out in Atlanta private jet I'ma take her to the islands (To the islands)
She a homebody yeah she act modest (Act modest)
Louis V got it all on her body (Her body)
AP on me know I be stylin' (Yeah)
Hop in the Bentley then hop in the Rarri used to play me now you wanna be sorry
I'm getting money now you all on my body I got Fendi I don't need her
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