In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luci4
Luci4
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dear
James Dear
Songwriter

Testi

Oh, at least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like, "Whoa"
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like, "Whoa"
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like, "Whoa-oh-oh-"
Fit-fit-fit
I'm buyin' clothes, I'm shootin' poles
I fucked your ho, she fuckin' choked
She get a dub, 83 hoes
Nobody see me, nobody knows
You wanna be me, you wanna pose
I take her life force, I gave her O's
You flexin' rolls, give me those
You **** marks and it fuckin' shows
My **** marksmen, they totin' poles
And if you know 'bout us, you know we throw them blow-blow-blow-
Lit, bitch, we throw them rolls
Now I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Got a ho like, "Oh" (oh), oh-oh (oh), oh-oh
And he's not doin' shit, bitch, **** don't got goals
You ain't never gon' get rich if you worry 'bout hoe's
At least one K a fit, bitch, broke **** like-
Whoa, I'm buyin' clothes, I'm shootin' poles
I fucked your ho, she fuckin' choked
She get a dub, 83 hoes
Nobody see me, nobody knows
You wanna be me, you wanna p-
Written by: James Dear
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