Letra

Aye Spider joint parked aside this Bimmer Designer piece, collaborate Adidas Outta club, got these cops starrin' real tight Baby chill, I mean, this shit just some misdemeanors Hold it down, girl, I know your self esteem up Tell her beat it, get it gone, now have you seen her? Aye, started from the mud, now the team up Pour up another four for my dawg in this lean cup They be, what? They be double teamin' up Yeah, ever since a youngin' growin' peach fuzz Woke up hit the studio, man, I just do a one take They layerin' their soundtracks, shit's funny how they teased us What? I mean, why you bitches mumblin' over free beats Claim you got the G, but still ballin' in the G-Leauge It's the pre-season, nothin' sweet B And shout out to the broski GT Every time you see us, we be— Spider joint parked aside this Bimmer Designer piece, collaborate Adidas Off the top, got her eyes open real wide Baby chill, I mean, this shit just some misdemeanors Hold it down, girl, I know your self esteem up Tell her beat it, get it gone, now have you seen her? Aye, started from the mud, now the team up Pour up another four for my dawg in this lean cup Aye, what This shit got your head spinnin' That I just drop 20 on some vintage Raf Simons 'Nother 20 on a chain just to match with it Plus to state the fact that I be back to back winnin' She be catfishin', boys just double tapped with it He go back snitchin', don't know there's a trap in it Shit was poppin' everyday, to me they back itchin' And what I'm sayin' might hurt your feelings cuz I'm fact spittin' Spider joint parked at street corner Gon' watch out for them cops spyin' around like the sonar We snatch your crown for real, it's more like what you got's corona Stop fuckin' with the Gold Daytona, we got you noticed An ocean drippin' off my choker just like I'm Nemo Shits weigh in kilos The weapon's lethal Ain't nothin's legal The way we gettin' green like Ceelo Like high C notes Ever see us pullin' up, bet you see those- Spider joint parked aside this Bimmer Designer piece, collaborate Adidas Off the top, got her eyes open real wide Baby chill, I mean, this shit just some misdemeanors Hold it down, girl, I know your self esteem up Tell her beat it, get it gone, now have you seen her? Started from the mud, now the motherfuckin' team up Pour up another four for my dawg in this lean cup
Writer(s): Taizhe Tsui Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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