Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Like the flesh on my chest Like the flesh on my pecs And my bitch got big breasts On the gang, on the set I'ma live me and die me like Sheck I'm so slimy, I'm grimy, a mess Here comes Johnny, but this ain't no Test I just bought a Baguetty Patek Got confetti all over the jet (shh) I need a jet Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck (Emo) Baguette, spaghetti, my neck (huh) I gotta ride with the TEC, hey (hey) Nigga try to touch my neck, hey (ayy) For my set, I'ma let it spray With a .223, AK, AR-15, hey Big 14 coming with a fuckin' choppa Shooter with me, spinnin' that bin just like helicopter On the real, right, slime shit, shoot a nigga dental, huh I'ma chop a nigga body up, he can't even go to the doctor I'm a loose screw, somethin' wrong with my mental I'ma shoot you, had to put the forty in his dental So don't come flexing all around (flexing) Like the flesh on my chest Like the flesh on my pecs And my bitch got big breasts On the gang, on the set I'ma live me and die me like Sheck I'm so slimy, I'm grimy, a mess Here comes Johnny, but this ain't no Test I just bought a Baguette Patek Got confetti all over the jet (shh) I need a jet Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck Baguette, spaghetti, my neck
Writer(s): Michael White Iv, Kevin Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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