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Jacob Vangchhia
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Pulled up in a beamer, I was flexing
Poured a cup of wock cause I was stressing
All these haters saying we got it all wrong
Imma shoot you with my icky wacky hairbands
Pulled up in a beamer, I was flexing
Poured a cup of wock cause I was stressing
All these haters saying we got it all wrong
Imma shoot you with my icky wacky hairbands
Homies out here, wanna be KONE
I just want my baby to (AYCD my hair)
Reppin my bloods from the North East Side
Gotta make sure I'm playing my cards right like Solitaire
Call me Voltaire, speak French to me
AYCD my hair and I'll call you mon chéri
Lemme drive the boat, while you take down some notes
Just tryna show my love for A-City
Pulled up in a beamer, I was flexing
Poured a cup of wock cause I was stressing
All these haters saying we got it all wrong
Imma shoot you with my icky wacky hairbands
Pulled up in a beamer, I was flexing
Poured a cup of wock cause I was stressing
All these haters saying we got it all wrong
Imma shoot you with my icky wacky hairbands
Ooo ooo
Ooo ooo
Fimora Ar Depress Zawhte Thawhah Te
Kan rawn puang chhuak leh e
Rapper ka ni lo mahse bawihte
I'll wrap you in my arms all night long
I tel lo chuan chini bur ruak mai ka ni asin
Chawngzawng angin ka zawng reng mai che asin oh sensiar
You're special I tel lo chuan AYCD my hair
Bawihte Zawhte Chuapzo leh migraine
Ooo ooo
Ooo ooo
AYCD my hair
Writer(s): Jacob Vangchhia
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