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Fetish Remix (feat. Young Thug)
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Yeah, yeah I'ma tell him if you know he got a stick And you know he gon' shoot 'bout me, yeah, yeah Water that's on me and you know I Got diamonds, them real VV's, yeah, yeah Hit a bad bitch from the back and you Know she lick cream off me, yeah, yeah Mexico drivin', do the whole damn dash, yeah fuck police, yeah, yeah Purple Hellcat with a whole four Scat, you don't wanna race me, yeah, yeah Burn his ass up, wet his ass up Michael Jordan, hit him, know he ballin' up Yeah I got a plug, yeah I'm havin' drugs Bitches suck me up, yeah they eat the nut Back to the motherfuckin' basics Got the trap beatin' like the eighties, yeah Snakes gon' cover my motherfuckin' back like a cape Niggas gon' talk behind my back, not my face Niggas gon' ride the whole wave like a slate Bitch run the play and you know I don't wait Know I got racks on me long way Make one call, get you hit in the face Pull up on the scene in a foreign machine You who you is because of me I pour the red, enjoy my sleep Exotic weed, you not high as me I fuck her good, she nut in her sleep I roll a backwood, I'm chiefing the leaf I made it out, I made 'em believe Bad lil ho, she came from Belize All they hate is all showin' Naked bitches and they all goin' Naked bitches, yeah they all blowin' Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch I'm fly rich, yeah Bitch I'm fly rich, yeah, bitch I'm high rich, yeah And I got VV, and I got on CC's I just hit the ho CeeCee, yesterday by the BP Nah it don't make no sense Nah it don't make no sense Nah it don't make no sense Money fetish, black bitch like Belly I just put the symbol off the Benz on my necklace I just told that bitch if she bad I'ma next it I just took that tramp to the spot, ain't no Netflix I just put a blimp behind my bitch and her boobs got fixed, I Hop on my dick and go apeshit, yeah I just copped some bad young shit, walk in my crib, ayy I was banging blood nigga, ever since it was a brim Check my car feet, Balenciaga car seat I just hit Little Rock bitch, right behind the BP Nah it don't make sense (I done hit about ever one of them Little Rock bitches) Nah it don't make sense (That's no cap) Money fetish, yeah money fetish, yeah, I got fetty Y'all niggas broke, gettin' shit on credit Talkin' like a parrot, yeah, bitch I'm fly rich, yeah Bitch I'm fly rich, yeah, bitch I'm high rich, yeah And I got VV, and I got on CC's I just hit the ho CeeCee, yesterday by the BP Nah it don't make no sense Nah it don't make no sense Nah it don't make no sense
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Lil Keed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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