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Uh (Winners Circle) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Atlanta bitch with a Miami cuban Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty Won't let him fuck but I might let him chew me Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha) Just like these baguettes, yeah, that pussy wet I don't only got a check on the internet Top floor, penthouse where I'm sittin' at He a trick, I'ma make a nigga send that Don't bring up no TV show, bitch, I been bodied that I got a Birkin as big as a body bag Freak like a circus, on dick, I'm an acrobat If you can't eat it, just spell out the alphabet Yeah (mmm), pussy make a nigga say "Mmm" Hop in that 'Vette and I vroom Black truck behind me, it's full of them goons (grrah) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Brand new baguetties (ice) He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (uh) He fell in love when he met me (he met me) I fuck that nigga life up if he let me (on God) I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy Opp in the party, get popped like confetti Ain't impressed by money, that lil' shit petty Niggas get intimidated when a bitch talk heavy Got 'em tryna do what I do (I do) Drop the nigga, bounce back with two Flood the wrist but I coulda went cool You can come up from nothin', I'm proof (I'm proof) Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes I catch a flight to Cali' just to see a new view How we got the same 24 but you still broke? I can't give a bum nigga no excuse (hell no) Ass on fat, make a nigga look back (back) I'ma shop when I land, I ain't even gon' pack (no) I be switchin' out niggas like a motherfuckin' mat First Atlanta rap bitch with a muhfuckin' plaque (on God) Make a nigga wanna grab at it, yeah Drop a nigga like a bad habit, yeah Got him jumpin' on the bandwagon Signed to RCA but this pussy atlantic Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)
Writer(s): Charles Eric Driggers, Alyssa Stephens, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Julian Xavier Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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