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I'm wanted, poster child, poster child I know you want this, poster child Run it Me and Keys would be Thelma and Louise If they dressed to the tee With a trunk full of weed, In a Drop top of a Ford thunderbird Zip, zip, lock, never say a word And we coming for the big billboards And the magazine covers With a funk so fresh Plus the flows like butter Give me mine, give me bread Give me space, give me head Give me everything Right here, live in colour baby woah We above the law You could have a little taste But can't come along You could throw your hands up When we in town You could grab all the groupies Cause I know they down Throw our poster up On the storefront window When the cops drive by We get low like limbo Hit my burner asap If you got any info Or the pussy real Good Yah, that's something that I'm into This a hold up (Coming for the money) This a hold up stick up (Give me all your money) This a hold up (Taking all your money) This a hold up stick up (Motherfucking money) I'm wanted, poster child, poster child I know you want this, poster child, poster child I'm wanted, poster child, poster child I know you want this, poster child, poster child Tell your friends that I'm coming to your city Pretty bitty pick me up She the welcoming committee Feel that down south love in my J's and my Dickies Necking at soundcheck Told her I don't do hickies Baby I gotta jet pre-show looking busy Can't blow up my whole set 'cause this game's getting risky Running my DMs see this dame getting tricky Jam master Jay way I turn tables quickly Hating me better focus on yah rent Uncle Sam pocket picking So it's fuck the government Gather round gather round Here to teach the fundamentals You could see me freak yah live On this banging instrumental Know how you like it Know your moods temperamental Gave the lady at the front My info for incidentals Seen the room on suite And the breakfast continental Me and you gon' get real experimental This a hold up (Coming for the money) This a hold up stick up (Give me all your money) This a hold up (Taking all your money) This a hold up stick up (Motherfucking money) I'm wanted, poster child, poster child I know you want this, poster child, poster child I'm wanted, poster child, poster child I know you want this, poster child
Writer(s): Alexandria Leousis, Julie Fainer, Rainer Blanchaer, Spencer Heaslip Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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