Lyrics

Easy puffin' xans and now she wanna fuck, yah 360 no scope that's a tummy-tuck, yah Empty henny bottles yea I think I'm done But I'm still swerving in a whip cuz I don't give a fuck! How we do it; pop some xans, now she wanna fuck 360 no scope that's a tummy-tuck, aye Empty henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm still swerving in a whip cuz I don't give a fuck,aye! Who you think you is? I don't know you, yah I know I'm lookin' pretty dashin' on the Rodo, aye I know he wanna be like me I give him kudos, yah Ya my nigga in the back he doin' Judo, yah Yeah, yeah, she fuck with me and sorry she ain't comin' back I know you just a square, you ain't worth a quarter of Designer bags Of Designer bags Of Designer bags Boy you just a squarе you ain't quarter 'signer bags (We just, wе just, we just) We just popped some xans, now she wanna fuck, yah! 360 no scope that's a tummy-tuck, aye Empty henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm swervin' in the whip cuz I don't give a fuck Yuh we drug pop some xan, now she wanna fuck, aye 360 no scope that's a tummy-tuck, aye Empty henny bottles, yeah, I think I'm drunk But I'm swervin' in a whip cuz I don't give a fuck, aye! I just need hundred gram Feelin' myself I'm a stunner man Look at my blood that shit look we be Look at yo bih now she doin' me I ride on that bih like Sophokui She quick with the lick in a robbery She spillin' the lean on my Robin jeans She just put that lean on my Robin jeans Yeah, yeah, she fuck with me and sorry she ain't comin' back I know you just a square, you ain't worth a quarter of Designer bags Of Designer bags Of Designer bags Boy you just a square you ain't quarter 'signer bags
Writer(s): Alban Cela Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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