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Yeah Look Okay, I'm Biggie Biggie baby Really living crazy Travellin' travellin' Bitch you gotta pay me Javelin javelin Tell me where your aim is Australia mufucka Different terrain"-is" I say she took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my Fondle on my Took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my dick, bo! Okay, I'm Biggie Biggie baby Really living crazy Travellin' travellin' Bitch you gotta pay me Javelin javelin Tell me where your aim is Australia mufucka Different terrain"-is" I say she took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my Fondle on my Took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my dick, bo! Okay, I'm Biggie Biggie baby Really living crazy Travellin' travellin' Bitch you gotta pay me Javelin javelin Tell me where your aim is Australia mufucka Different terrain"-is" I say she took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my Fondle on my Took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my dick, bo! Okay, I'm Biggie Biggie baby Really living crazy Travellin' travellin' Bitch you gotta pay me Javelin javelin Tell me where your aim is Australia mufucka Different terrain"-is" I say she took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my Fondle on my Took another dip Wiped it off her lip Water she gon sip Fondle on my dick, bo! It's four seasons I bet she springing when I call Use the summer just to ball It's four seasons You better rise before the fall Cause it's a lot of winter months It's four seasons I bet she springing when I call Use the summer just to ball It's four seasons You better rise before the fall Cause it's a lot of winter months It's four seasons x8 In the spring rolling green leaves sipping green tea (sippin', sippin', sippin') In the summer I was super hot (Mmhm. What you doin? What you doin?) In my socks got some super rocks (What you got? What's your price? What you trappin'?) Waist band got a stupid Glock Yeah yeah Damn (Pause) Checking in-to the hotel motel what you do? Iono What you sell? I can't tell If I get caught, I get no bail (damn, damn, damn, fuck'em, fuck'em, fuck'em) Fuck it man, we living well like (Yeah yeah)
Writer(s): Ashley Glenn Gorley, Dallas Davidson, Zach Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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