Lyrics

Cuban around my neck But I ain't tryna link Bitch I be so fly Why do I got feet? Bitch i got that drive Just like Dominic eh Walk out the club She gon follow me Aye aye like I'm tryna build crib I got like 30 bricks ye I was in street I hit like 30 licks Aye pass that Jäger pass that Henny Fuck that dirty shit Ask her what's her name and what's Her number on my flirty shit Going to the mall I put on drip for no reason ye And my swag is cold in the summer I am switching the season ye This bad bitch and that bad bitch Man Fuck it I might merge them ye And I'm in the kitchen Got fiya ima Serve it ye Fuckin up the game Cause I heard it was a virgin eh If you ain't talking money or Madiba I ain't urgent She see baby then she Opens like a curtain I got lotta hoes can't brush em It's a burden Cuban around my neck But I ain't tryna link Bitch I be so fly Why do I got feet? Bitch i got that drive Just like Dominic eh Walk out the club She gon follow me Ee yeah Got a lil bad thing She my sneaky link I am on Tv now bitch Is you proud of me She call me boo now No scary shit no Halloween I'm in the club seeing numbers nigga Nigga count on me What he say? Lil nigga he ain't better then me Why that lil boy cappin I get better ass cheeks With my dawgs Sifuna imali sifuna change cashier I blow portions lil boy Why you tryna gas me I'am in the hood and I am boolin Nigga I'm in a taxi Fuck a gold medal nigga Run my money up athlete Aye lil Kid how you wavy with no Durag baby Came here with the sauce You know the drip on heavy Fuck with me you might Just catch a bonus And I leave a whole on a nigga Like a donut baby Cuban around my neck But I ain't tryna link Bitch I be so fly Why do I got feet? Bitch i got that drive Just like Dominic eh Walk out the club She gon follow me
Writer(s): David Nzapa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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