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Blue Lagoon brick from Iceland Punching bags like I'm Tyson Redbone Mighty feisty Sipping Hi-Tech mixed with Waiki Kick my Pimpin like Mr. Miyagi Foreign Italy trapping Exotics Ain't no slipping pocket Rocket popping Yeah I'm out here catching boxes Yeah I'm out here with them roxy's Yeah I'm out here Pocket Rocket Poppin Double G Double-C trip to Italy Colin Kaepernick stamped on the key I ain't never seen a nigga like me where he from? I'd like to meet him I be serving in a Polo T 50 bands to my Jeweller burr 3-D In the pan with the pure call her Keke In the shower she Fuckin like MeMe Out the back door rolling on repeat On a perc pill make a bitch peepee How the vert feel riding down Peachtree? With a 3peat wanna go an free me Kodak he got kesha 'n Glee Glee Six speed in the Rari goin beep beep See the boogers in the Patek Philippe piece Got them babies in the trunk say I'm deadbeat With the scales and the bales I don't miss a beat Get the bales vacuum sealed so they don't reek Gotta a lot in the area where they dont be Young nigga with me sting like bumblebee With the sticks they chop through your family tree I get geeked up and go get that busy-bee Went from 33, 23, to 18 Plug with the ice insert 13 Kick the front door, searching like the search team Lean promethazine on my kidney's Enfamil in the trap we got wic weed John Wick with the shot, can't see me When I pop it they look like it's TV Christian Dior, Dubai 63 (Dubai) Real street nigga, chopper on the seat I do pop-ups and meet and greets, yeah I got clock-in and check-out sheets Got her skeetin' on Cavalli sheets Balenciaga Tripper steppin on Three A Brick of Harry Potter'll cost you a fee Room full of narcs, it might make you OD I eat my plate and it make me obese (Young nigga) 200 back to back 5 times a week (Let's get it) Count up the digits let it pile on me Pretty little bitch let her ride on me Never let that bitch get you in too deep Microwave new colors, nigga too street Walk in the club got a dope-boy physique Took my new lil bitch on a Dior spree Shop baby, 'till you drop baby I need dome on the way home ridin' inside that drop baby I make plays whats your most common denominator I got Cartier's on my face like terminator And these stanking bitches think they slicker than activator
Writer(s): Quincy Williams, Rahshan Kyles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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