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Gin$eng, hehe! Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week Yeah, his bitch bad, yeah, I know she is a freak In that Hellcat, all leather on the seat Boy, your pockets thin, you can turn into some wheat Blue bands up in these Undercover jeans Poison in my cup, yeah, sippin' on that lean Roadhead, yeah, that bitch suckin' on the D We got beef, you can turn into a Slim Jim Tesla S and I'm ridin' with the blue rims He a stain, I can see right through him .40 on me and that shit goin', "bim, bim!" Kick your bitch out if she ain't givin' that throat Playin' with my life, so this .40 I'mma tote If he want a war, I'mma sink him like a boat I think she in love, yeah, murder what she wrote Ready for whatever, it say Junya on my coat In love with finesse, yeah, in love with them notes Wanna last forever, yeah, tryna be a quote Yeah, yeah Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week Free bands, yeah, I run that check up in a week
Writer(s): Gavin Weiland, Christian Louie Baello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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