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No, the time do not tick on this Rollie, yeah (Oh, on this Rollie) This lil' thotty wanna fuck but she don't know me, yeah (Oh, ooh) Uh, I got three little foreign baddies in this Bentley truck (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Uh, styrofoam, high as hell We're sipping codeine punch (I sip codeine) Uh, I count bands every day, yes, I get money on the regular (Oh) I could get your whore She saw my Patek, I don't need to flirt (Ooh, oh) I just took this yerky yerky, that bitch made my stomach hurt If the oppers pull up on me, I'm gon' make this blicky twerk Fuck her, I'm deleting hеr I get high like out of earth Yеah, I'm flying in the coupey, beat her pussy Put it in a hearse Yeah, this cookie got me geeking Making songs but I don't know the words Feel like I'm flying in this Porsche truck, I know I've yet to see the world My life, seems like a dream to me And I think, me and the money were meant to be No, the time do not tick on this Rollie, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh) This lil' thotty wanna fuck but she don't know me, yeah (Oh, ooh) I got three little foreign baddies in this Bentley truck (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Styrofoam, high as hell We're sipping codeine punch (I sip codeine, yeah)
Writer(s): Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Nicholas Mira, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Danny Jerome Jenrette, Henry Lother Nichols, Jonathan Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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