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Back yellow bitch Ride me 'git like Kawasaki Okay deuce up in my Faygo Red drop that kept me drowsy I just need a rack in the sack Throwing hundreds change the climate Okay I'm the weatherman Aye Flexing hella elegant Slid yo watch I'm ever set This flexing shit might take your bitch 'Preme all on my chest I'm such a mess Fuck up a check as if I'm serving ya So that boy compressed He thinking xans while hes a lick okay Okay okay okay Okay 1 2 then I'm through Ride up on that fuck nigga Soon as he walk up in the room Shabba crank that soulja Your bitch pussy hit that yule Something like I'm Rick Flair slick Pop it with the tip of my here dick All on your bitch like Woo! I peep jealousy all in the room They hate on me like jitterbugs when they don't eat their vegetables Now tell me what the fuck you do Gas roll dick smoking drank Keep pouring nigga Yes we sippin' minimal Talking like I'm not 'bout where I'm from But Palm Beach can say a thing or two I see dead faces when I'm coming through that shit All I know is I need that guap But the cash up in that vest Slim waist dick 'Cuz I need that hoe to please undress Aye hold up I'm a show up They say "Oh that lights on him" Let him shine They say "Oh that lights on him" Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him Aye fuckboy Ya I'm shining like some perms in my mouth Thuggin wow Feeling like I'm Boosey back in '07 I got some hoes they wipe me down Pull over my steeze Be like please just show her these But hey (?) (?) Dirty shirt nigga but I bet it's designer Bro was it lame back in high school But I bet our (?) now (?) Rick flair on some groupies Flexing okay now okay Say it like "what it do you know me homie? No phony" Local trainer eat at These hoes know just to get around I put that on a fat stack Any shit they can tell me All I ever know is get it to my motherfucking principle to eat a motherfucking dick Peer's fuck nigga I see dead faces when I'm coming through that shit All I know is I need that guap But the cash up in that vest Slim waist dick 'Cuz I need that hoe to please undress Aye hold up I'm a show up They say "Oh that lights on him" Let him shine They say "Oh that lights on him" Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him Let him shine Let him shine They say that all them lights on him
Writer(s): Isaiah Rivera, Maher Ibrahim, Tim Crog Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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