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Boity
Boity
Vocals
Nasty C
Nasty C
Vocals
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Nasty C
Nasty C
Composer
Boitumelo Thulo
Boitumelo Thulo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nasty C
Nasty C
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When it's time to flex, I'm Veracruz Look like it's a demon in my shoes Thinking of my purses, got an ass You as ugly as my past Need some cash and a mask What's in that bag That's a really good question The bank just sent me a really good text That's a bitch in a man suit, he gets no respect Black woman. white man money, getting back the land Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat Competition Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see em Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see em Jump in a Mustang zooming Get em to pop out a rumour Talking money let's do it Now tell them the way that I flew in Selling your soul for some Louis And half of your crew is some rats Been on your ass and you know it I'm talking and talking it's fluent I'm all for the action I'm in the mix Turning foreigners to citizens Cause in my garage is an immigrant Boujie cars on the internet Big body whip lil booty bitch No kids I'm the shit Broke niggas make me itch I ain't that kinda dog, nigga sit Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat Competition Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see 'em Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see 'em Excuse me It was brought to my attention that as a young... Sorry Lady Ausi It was brought to my attention that you ain't shit When it's time to flex, I'm Veracruz Look like it's a demon in my shoes Thinking of my purses, got an ass You as ugly as my past Need some cash and a mask What's in that bag That's a really good question The bank just sent me a really good text That's a bitch in a man suit, he gets no respect Black woman, white man money, getting back the land Competition Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see em Wuz dat Wuz dat Wuz dat I don't see em That is a virgin set of car keys With a suburban lil barbie With a new purse that's Feragamie Oops I meant Ferragamo Hold up, activate God mode Hold up, never had a barcode Hold up, never broke guy code Ey, story of my life bro Came up out the sty hoe They were smoking light bulbs Fendi with a D bitch That is not a typo I'm not your life goals I go through a lot bro Peers turn to pythons That is just how the dice rolls Yeah Fuck that what's that That's cash I be damned if I don't go and chase it You would really have to make love to my mom to replace me Hear that beat Jump on these hoes be racing Waiting on me to fall Oh then you gotta be patient When it's time to flex, I'm Veracruz Look like it's a demon in my shoes Thinking of my purses, got an ass You as ugly as my past Need some cash and a mask What's in that bag? That's a really good question The bank just sent me a really good text That's a bitch in a man suit, he gets no respect Black woman. white man money, getting back the land
Writer(s): Ngcobo Nsikayesizwe D J, Thulo Boitumelo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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