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Ooh, ooh, ooh (mm, mm, mm) Doo, doo, doo Ooh, ooh, ooh (Sebz Beatz, baby) Doo, doo, doo (mm-mm, mm-mm) Look, still tryna run it up, still tryna turn it up Brothers that had no faith be out here tryna run with us Thousand roses for my shorty when I'm fuckin' up No tints on my whip for a week, brothers shot it up And it's that real (mad) Wrong move on the strip, then you can get your cap peeled (you can get your cap peeled) Yeah, you got heart, but I ain't seein' it in the battlefield (no) We got members on their feet, like it's track and field (uh, uh) Five niggas in jail, I send a rack each (uh, uh) I roll with handguns, I ain't rollin' with no Stanleys (uh, uh) I shout 'em Crane brothers too, they really back beef Spain, doin' 60 on a 30 (skrrt), they can't stand me (skrrt, skrrt) Brown skin with a back, I call her Maxi (come here) She got me up all night, I call her Caffeine (uh, uh) Paro-paro' nights, got me sleepin' with my machine Don't like 'em in Pandora, man, I like 'em in some Van Cleef Bo-bought a Glock for the block and a new dinger (true) Need a bag of hollow tips and a new driller (true) Need a Glock 19 with a new switcher (true) I send hits on FaceTime, I don't know no wicker (no) Flew out three times in a month, I hardly snapped it (uh, uh) Kweng's a rapper now, he hardly ever slaps it (uh, uh) Kweng's alright, can't lie, he ain't that lit (uh, uh) Same spot I left you in, that's why you wanna chat shit Look, I'm-I'm the face of my hood, so everybody hates (true) Everybody got shit to say but wouldn't say it to my face Ruby or root beer, which one should I pick today? We all from the same place, so why would you go feel a way? Shout out, tape off, see, I'm smokin' on - I'm 'bout to take off (I'm high), go-got me smokin' on - Right to the face, Don (I'm high), they throwin' dirt on my name I had to shake off (uh, uh), look G-lock up in my Moncler See, I don't know what I'm doin', meant to be gone clear These niggas call me a poet, I feel like John Clare My bredrin's in on the wing, their bredrin's not here She like the way that I dress, she like my chipped tooth (chipped tooth) She knows that I'm gettin' money, she like I'm rich too (rich too) Rough the top and take the sides, that's a big move (big move) SK on my lap, that's a big shoe (big shoe), a really big shoe Ooh, ooh, ooh Doo, doo, doo Ooh, ooh, ooh Doo, doo, doo Ooh, ooh, ooh Doo, doo, doo Ooh, ooh, ooh Doo, doo, doo
Writer(s): Kwengface Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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