Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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