ian - figure it out (dist mix)

ian - Figure it Out (Sped Up)

hooters - ian

Ian - Figure It Out (but it's RNB)

lyrics 

Yeah, loving the way that she move
Yeah, that bitch, I don't wanna lose
I'm getting bread, nigga, what about you
I'm getting money, can't do what I do

Yeah, I'm on the top of the moon
Yeah, I get turned up in my room
I got hella bitches on my own

Nigga we is not the same , yeah
Pop a nigga like a xan, yeah

All these bitches they know i'm the man yeah
Bitches knowing im the man
Man these niggas not hearing what i'm saying
Got a bad ass hoe that bitch on 10
And if we talking money bitch im in

Yeah, im really on
All my niggas we on go
Yeah i told that bitch im on a roll
Aint no breaking shit it's in the code
Say you got motion nigga no you don't
Yeah, my pockets on froze
We ain't breaking the code
All my brothers they on go

All my brothers they on go they really with that shit
You talking down up on the gang nigga that's your end
I stay with my brother just like fin
All my brothers locked up in that pen
If you not with gang you can't get in
In the backseat nigga with that gen

Yuh, im with SPOD thats the clan yuh
Try to run you meet the man yuh
If he stealing from me cut his hand yuh
Choppa finna make him dance yuh

Yuh, i know i'm the man yuh
No, bitch im with the band yeah
Yeah im rocking with my mans
And that nigga riding he a fan

Yuh, that nigga a fan
Yeah bitch i do what i want you do what you can
I don't like friends
Yeah bitch i got my brothers
At the top lil nigga with that cutter
You ain't hear me lil bitch did i stutter?
It's just one of me there ain't no other

Yeah, loving the way that she move
Yeah, that bitch, I don't wanna lose
I'm getting bread, nigga, what about you
I'm getting money, can't do what I do

Yeah, I'm on the top of the moon
Yeah, I get turned up in my room
I got hella bitches on my own

dontwannalose ( shelovesleek + lostinzoella )

Lyrics- 

Yeah, yo, c'mon, slat , let’s do it
Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yah
You and your gang got my dot

If you want some smoke, come knock
Me and Twin don’t fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block
Black truck 

Spinnin' fast as fuck ,boy  get your back up
Yeah, if you see the bullet flying , better back up
No I won’t bash her
Why he get no cash, boy get your racks up

It's so sad, bruh
You act up the bros in the back
I like drugs, I like money
I like hoes, love the trap 

I got bands and they come in
Rubber bands hold a stack
Not In band but  my brother
Marching band up in sax

And I get tired of these ass niggas
Makin' all that trash
I count bankroll, bankroll
Hunnids in that stash 

Shit, bitch, I'm on your ass
Hey, this bih way too bad 
Bitch, your shit slow like lag
Yeah, two bands in my bag

Yo, this hoe call me daddy
Hoe , I'm not your father
Bitch, yes, I stack up bread
Yes, I stack up gwalla 

Huh, bitch, I don't want you or your friend
I want your mama
It's not Fortnite, but I'll take your fuckin' loot just like a llama
He say, he say he get paid, but I don't see no fuckin' commas

Yuh,  if this hoe got problems, call my sister
Yo, I say, if this hoe got problems, call my sister
I don't do no drama
Call my favorite eater

She gon' swallow, she gon' fuckin' gobble
I can't fuck with cheetahs
Clutch my heater, yeah, you know that song 
We make that boy racks

Disappear, what the hell
I got ten partners up inside that cell
Pay that bail
And I do this for my mama

No, I cannot fuckin' sell
With the bros every night and day
We say, causing hell
She like, “ baby, what is c2a? “

Oh, that's just the clan
Drums, I got hella fuckin' drums like a band
If that bitch, she talk down on my gang
On God, she get the ban

Getting bread like Mr. Krabs
Yeah, that money, I demand
Slat
Leh do it

Me and Twin gon' spin your block
We put box on Glock oh yuh
You and your gang got my dot
If you want some smoke, come knock

Me and Twin don't fuck with bops
SRT gon' spin your block

do tha most!

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