Lyrics 5th Ave - August $antan

Aye
Lil August bitch you know what the fuck going on
How come, you're near your phone
But like, you can't even call me back

Lil August serving dope feigns
Bitch we got some pressure keep it in the Louis V
.45 with extended clips up in Amiri jeans (Bitch)
All my niggas stepping we abomination team (Grrah)
I can't wife no bitch but lil hoe I got what you need (Bitch)
Bitch looked at my diamonds now she wanna fuck on me
Gang pull up in Forgiatos now she want the team (Team)
You know I don't give a fuck not one, not two, not three (Not three)
Bitch don't ask no you not copping pressure for the free (Bitch)
Kicked that hoe up out the crib cause she all under me (Lil Bitch)
D-R-A-C-O gone drop a nigga like EP (Dead)
Perc got me up all in space I feel just like E.T
Don't play no games this not E3
Bitch

I'm shooting like Griffin, I'm not talking Peter
I get to the cheese like we eating Velveeta
Not linking no bitch no I don't want to meet her
I'm smashing yo bitch swear to God she a eater
Poured Actavis all in a sprite 2 liter
Spilled a little wok on a Chrome Heart beater
Fuck your bitch in a foreign, yeah 2 seater
You can have her back, nah I don't need her
Okay
I got a brand new Rollie
Glock in the distressed Balmain
If your man broke just call me
Damn babygirl what's your name
Nah these bitches can't stop me
Had to come up the hard way
But you know that

I can't wife no bitch but lil hoe I got what you need (Bitch)
Bitch looked at my diamonds now she wanna fuck on me
Gang pull up in Forgiatos now she want the team (Team)
You know I don't give a fuck not one, not two, not three (Not three)
Bitch don't ask no you not copping pressure for the free (Bitch)
Kicked that hoe up out the crib cause she all under me (Bitch)
D-R-A-C-O gone drop a nigga like EP (Dead)
Perc got me up all in space I feel just like E.T
Don't play no games this not E3
Bitch

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